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 Barbados and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Roger Hodgson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Funky Four + One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes,
June Days,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
The Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Neu!,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
New York Dolls,
Television Personalities,
Connie Case,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
Black Moon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
Supertramp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heaven 17,
Boz Scaggs,
The Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry's Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Eve St. Jones,
FM Einheit,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hoover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aswad,
Nick Fraelich,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Danielle Patucci,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
The Star Department,
Interpol,
The Golliwogs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.