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 Cyprus and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rock 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
Magazine,
a-ha,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Vogues,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
X-102,
Ludus,
Second Layer,
The Martian,
Sister Nancy,
John Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flipper,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
the Human League,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Machine,
Mark Hollis,
The Wake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yazoo,
The Cure,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Searchers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Urselle,
Joyce Sims,
Chrome,
X-101,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
Tim Buckley,
The Residents,
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.