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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Godley & Creme 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Eurythmics,
Brothers Johnson,
Parry Music,
Minny Pops,
Ohio Players,
Robert Wyatt,
The Victims,
Mantronix,
Faraquet,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slackers,
10cc,
Q and Not U,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Minnie Riperton,
Janne Schatter,
the Bar-Kays,
Sound Behaviour,
Davy DMX,
New York Dolls,
Sandy B,
Cameo,
The Gladiators,
a-ha,
Roxette,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rod Modell,
The Modern Lovers,
The Grass Roots,
Altered Images,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABC,
Crooked Eye,
Kurtis Blow,
Dual Sessions,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick Morgan,
X-Ray Spex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed,
The Names,
Make Up,
Tres Demented,
The Moleskins,
Flipper,
Joyce Sims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun City Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
The Five Americans,
The Motions,
Average White Band,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.