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 Serbia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sex Pistols to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Das Ding,
Kenny Larkin,
Skarface,
Royal Trux,
The Blackbyrds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agent Orange,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Teasers,
Marine Girls,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Slits,
Whodini,
Jerry's Kids,
Slave,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
Kayak,
Soulsonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Durutti Column,
The Cowsills,
Agitation Free,
Lee Hazlewood,
New York Dolls,
Blossom Toes,
The Music Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Severed Heads,
The Count Five,
Niagra,
The Grass Roots,
Outsiders,
Main Source,
Scientists,
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.