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 El Salvador and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 In Retrospect to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Chris Corsano,
The Seeds,
The Slits,
Davy DMX,
Alison Limerick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
the Bar-Kays,
Minny Pops,
Basic Channel,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smiths,
Boredoms,
Magma,
Ronnie Foster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Mills,
Simply Red,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantytec,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Remains,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
Popol Vuh,
Connie Case,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Peter & Gordon,
Siglo XX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Con Funk Shun,
Zapp,
The Cure,
World's Most,
Quando Quango,
Gang Starr,
Albert Ayler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sarah Menescal,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
EPMD,
Franke,
Darondo,
Cal Tjader,
Kas Product,
A Certain Ratio,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.