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 Ireland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Young Rascals to the funk 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Duran Duran,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Move,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spoonie Gee,
Procol Harum,
Pole,
Gichy Dan,
F. McDonald,
Parry Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
The Birthday Party,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mantronix,
Mo-Dettes,
Mr. Review,
Supertramp,
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Hill,
Rekid,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Altered Images,
Zero Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Angels of Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Surgeon,
Anakelly,
Section 25,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Sparks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Theoretical Girls,
Dead Boys,
Simply Red,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Golliwogs,
Funky Four + One,
the Germs,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.