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 Rwanda and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Kurtis Blow,
John Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Amazonics,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Black Dice,
Procol Harum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vainqueur,
Barbara Tucker,
Cal Tjader,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Wells,
Unrelated Segments,
Cluster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Hood,
Pantaleimon,
Agent Orange,
The Moody Blues,
Quando Quango,
Porter Ricks,
Arcadia,
Magma,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens,
Bauhaus,
The Five Americans,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Q and Not U,
Moebius,
F. McDonald,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
China Crisis,
Johnny Clarke,
Marmalade,
Laurel Aitken,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Joensuu 1685,
Tomorrow,
X-102,
Stereo Dub,
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.