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 St Lucia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Unwound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
Soul II Soul,
Josef K,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
Robert Wyatt,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
The Velvet Underground,
John Foxx,
Bootsy Collins,
Swell Maps,
Flipper,
Alton Ellis,
Joy Division,
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
Roger Hodgson,
Flash Fearless,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
Roxette,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
Tommy Roe,
Peter & Gordon,
The Stooges,
Absolute Body Control,
DNA,
Glenn Branca,
FM Einheit,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented,
John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arab on Radar,
Dead Boys,
Gang of Four,
Marshall Jefferson,
Royal Trux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pierre Henry,
Altered Images,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.