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 Maldives and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Johnny Clarke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed,
Colin Newman,
Joey Negro,
cv313,
Hardrive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode,
Wally Richardson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Smog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
Steve Hackett,
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
Aaron Thompson,
Mark Hollis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
Technova,
Bush Tetras,
Mo-Dettes,
Oblivians,
Dead Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Model 500,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mad Mike,
Eric Copeland,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Osbourne,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Human League,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warsaw,
Funky Four + One,
Sugar Minott,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover,
PIL,
Maurizio,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
Basic Channel,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.