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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Isaac Hayes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers 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?
Rod Modell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liliput,
The New Christs,
The Count Five,
Youth Brigade,
the Bar-Kays,
Surgeon,
Peter & Gordon,
Tubeway Army,
Carl Craig,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Hill,
Anakelly,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magazine,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donny Hathaway,
CMW,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Malaria!,
In Retrospect,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Saccharine Trust,
New Order,
Sarah Menescal,
Warren Ellis,
Brick,
China Crisis,
10cc,
The Toasters,
L. Decosne,
Oblivians,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Association,
Hashim,
Peter and Kerry,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Human League,
Avey Tare,
Kas Product,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
David Axelrod,
Bang On A Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.