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 Uganda and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Judy Mowatt,
Altered Images,
Roxette,
Ronnie Foster,
Malaria!,
Marmalade,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
Smog,
X-Ray Spex,
Buzzcocks,
Talk Talk,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
Second Layer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Bananas,
The Dirtbombs,
Zero Boys,
Negative Approach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
Little Man,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Starr,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Bourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gabor Szabo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Connie Case,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Human League,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fluxion,
Bobby Womack,
Silicon Teens,
Pulsallama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fuzztones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.