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 Latvia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dave Clark Five to the techno 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Scion,
Archie Shepp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shuggie Otis,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pagans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alison Limerick,
Kerri Chandler,
Skaos,
Matthew Halsall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Grass Roots,
Pylon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Leonard Cohen,
Loose Ends,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
H. Thieme,
Eve St. Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
Model 500,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra,
Magazine,
Terry Callier,
Laurel Aitken,
Rekid,
Ultravox,
Eurythmics,
Donald Byrd,
Fat Boys,
June of 44,
Section 25,
Dennis Brown,
Cecil Taylor,
Boz Scaggs,
Harry Pussy,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
X-Ray Spex,
John Holt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Saccharine Trust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
The Busters,
Underground Resistance,
cv313,
Yellowson,
Robert Hood,
Patti Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.