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 Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the punk 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Brass Construction,
JFA,
Alton Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mad Mike,
Mars,
Max Romeo,
David McCallum,
Albert Ayler,
Reagan Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Sneak,
Joyce Sims,
Dawn Penn,
Bad Manners,
Tres Demented,
Scion,
Wasted Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gories,
The Cure,
Unwound,
Carl Craig,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ornette Coleman,
Bronski Beat,
Fad Gadget,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Los Fastidios,
The Motions,
Jeff Mills,
Pulsallama,
The Toasters,
The Slits,
Faraquet,
Outsiders,
Lalann,
Jacob Miller,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
Sonic Youth,
Franke,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerrie Biddell,
EPMD,
AZ,
Al Stewart,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jandek,
Mr. Review,
Das Ding,
Darondo,
Nils Olav,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erasure,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.