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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cure,
Skriet,
Tim Buckley,
The Fuzztones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marmalade,
Dawn Penn,
Darondo,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cal Tjader,
Nas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dennis Brown,
Wire,
Kayak,
Sandy B,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boz Scaggs,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
The Martian,
D'Angelo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mark Hollis,
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q and Not U,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suburban Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
Delta 5,
Whodini,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Albert Ayler,
Mo-Dettes,
Don Cherry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio,
Yaz,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.