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 Guatemala and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Animal Collective,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Smog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiohead,
Nas,
Fad Gadget,
kango's stein massive,
Franke,
Swans,
China Crisis,
Sound Behaviour,
Niagra,
Sandy B,
Inner City,
The Kinks,
Joe Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Surgeon,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Motorama,
Bill Near,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
The Barracudas,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
World's Most,
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
Maurizio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Sneak,
The Human League,
The Fall,
Stetsasonic,
The Litter,
Duran Duran,
Slave,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Faraquet,
A Certain Ratio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
Marmalade,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Lungfish,
Panda Bear,
La Düsseldorf,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.