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 Italy and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Mills,
The Black Dice,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marvin Gaye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suburban Knight,
Radio Birdman,
MC5,
Intrusion,
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman,
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
The Happenings,
Fluxion,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Procol Harum,
The Count Five,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kas Product,
the Sonics,
Country Teasers,
D'Angelo,
Harmonia,
Quadrant,
Drexciya,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton,
Pere Ubu,
Alison Limerick,
The Busters,
Albert Ayler,
The Angels of Light,
The Barracudas,
Tres Demented,
Charles Mingus,
Magma,
Trumans Water,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.