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 Sweden and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 The Knickerbockers to the funk 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Animal Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Interpol,
Lou Reed,
Khruangbin,
Supertramp,
The Gladiators,
Altered Images,
Shuggie Otis,
Mandrill,
Pulsallama,
F. McDonald,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donny Hathaway,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Christie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tears for Fears,
The Gap Band,
Suicide,
Fat Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
Sugar Minott,
Glambeats Corp.,
Buzzcocks,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Finger,
the Association,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Franke,
Dawn Penn,
The Monochrome Set,
Albert Ayler,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
Yusef Lateef,
Rakim,
Chrome,
Max Romeo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris Corsano,
Section 25,
The Star Department,
The Residents,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
the Swans,
Roxette,
This Heat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonny Sharrock,
New York Dolls,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.