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 Grenada and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pantaleimon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Index,
Soft Machine,
Gang Starr,
The Techniques,
Warren Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
In Retrospect,
Alice Coltrane,
X-102,
Glenn Branca,
Slave,
Cluster,
Charles Mingus,
10cc,
Howard Jones,
The Sonics,
Shoche,
Flipper,
Delon & Dalcan,
Second Layer,
Desert Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Birthday Party,
Metal Thangz,
Can,
John Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
Arthur Verocai,
Juan Atkins,
Kayak,
Faraquet,
Ponytail,
The Names,
Peter & Gordon,
the Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spoonie Gee,
Wasted Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Delta 5,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
Boredoms,
Skarface,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echospace,
Supertramp,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Flag,
The Slackers,
Au Pairs,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.