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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Fall to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joyce Sims,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Y Pants,
Audionom,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Germs,
Dorothy Ashby,
La Düsseldorf,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
The Dirtbombs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
Mr. Review,
Dawn Penn,
The Moleskins,
DJ Style,
Darondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
World's Most,
Sight & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Colin Newman,
Wire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers,
Au Pairs,
Yazoo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan,
L. Decosne,
Nas,
Sex Pistols,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians,
The Names,
The Buckinghams,
Nik Kershaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Green,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.