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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pretty Things,
Roger Hodgson,
Rod Modell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Copeland,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nirvana,
Laurel Aitken,
Grauzone,
The Cramps,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
Public Enemy,
Moby Grape,
The Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
T.S.O.L.,
the Swans,
Ituana,
The Leaves,
Section 25,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
Clear Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swell Maps,
Lower 48,
Davy DMX,
The Barracudas,
Bill Wells,
John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magazine,
Zero Boys,
Schoolly D,
R.M.O.,
Janne Schatter,
Quadrant,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Wings,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra,
Sun City Girls,
Surgeon,
Silicon Teens,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fall,
Cecil Taylor,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.