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 St Lucia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
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 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 Sonny Sharrock 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Iggy Pop,
U.S. Maple,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doors,
Pantytec,
L. Decosne,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté,
Malaria!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cecil Taylor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip,
Graham Central Station,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
Bauhaus,
Harry Pussy,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
FM Einheit,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gladiators,
Agent Orange,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Terry,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Grey Daturas,
The Golliwogs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deepchord,
Aloha Tigers,
X-Ray Spex,
Monks,
Negative Approach,
Eli Mardock,
The Smoke,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare,
H. Thieme,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Womack,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masters at Work,
The Invisible,
B.T. Express,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Five Americans,
The New Christs,
Mad Mike,
Pantaleimon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.