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 Somalia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Blackbyrds to the funk 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
The Leaves,
Whodini,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick Morgan,
Grey Daturas,
Leonard Cohen,
Pagans,
H. Thieme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
T.S.O.L.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxy Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fluxion,
Smog,
Mark Hollis,
Lungfish,
Pantaleimon,
Albert Ayler,
The Moleskins,
Sparks,
The Litter,
Sarah Menescal,
Blancmange,
PIL,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Durutti Column,
Sonny Sharrock,
Don Cherry,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visage,
Ohio Players,
Sun City Girls,
The Smiths,
Deadbeat,
Peter & Gordon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones,
Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Axelrod,
JFA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.