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 Indonesia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chrome to the dance 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Scrapy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stiv Bators,
Fatback Band,
Wings,
X-Ray Spex,
The Music Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Style,
Stetsasonic,
Von Mondo,
David Axelrod,
The Birthday Party,
Al Stewart,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Graham Central Station,
Warsaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nas,
the Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett,
Agent Orange,
Robert Hood,
The American Breed,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
Inner City,
B.T. Express,
Franke,
Shoche,
Zero Boys,
Qualms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
F. McDonald,
Man Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ludus,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacob Miller,
Flipper,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.