Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bulgaria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Patti Smith,
DJ Style,
the Normal,
Urselle,
Ossler,
David McCallum,
The Doors,
Bauhaus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Josef K,
Yusef Lateef,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Busters,
Animal Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fall,
The Tremeloes,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Khruangbin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Misunderstood,
The Saints,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
The Stooges,
Motorama,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxy Music,
The Skatalites,
Kaleidoscope,
Rufus Thomas,
The Zeros,
Lightning Bolt,
Suburban Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Blossom Toes,
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
Eli Mardock,
Magazine,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crime,
Goldenarms,
Eric Copeland,
The Toasters,
Average White Band,
Black Sheep,
Jimmy McGriff,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.