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 Qatar and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Dual Sessions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Associates,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ohio Players,
Skriet,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
This Heat,
Pierre Henry,
Joyce Sims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Khruangbin,
The Dead C,
David Bowie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Iggy Pop,
Fatback Band,
Hardrive,
Alison Limerick,
Bush Tetras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Görl,
Television,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suburban Knight,
Nirvana,
CMW,
Von Mondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Normal,
Marc Almond,
Lindisfarne,
Shoche,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scion,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
Soft Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Junior Murvin,
Hot Snakes,
Thee Headcoats,
Howard Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.