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 Spain and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Steve Hackett to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Chrome,
Fluxion,
The Vogues,
JFA,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains,
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band,
T. Rex,
Yaz,
Junior Murvin,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
The Young Rascals,
Susan Cadogan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
H. Thieme,
The Martian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nirvana,
Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ice-T,
Pierre Henry,
World's Most,
Wally Richardson,
Hoover,
F. McDonald,
Scrapy,
The Victims,
Rapeman,
Talk Talk,
Technova,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anthony Braxton,
New York Dolls,
The Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
Funkadelic,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skriet,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.