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 Croatia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wire,
Fat Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nas,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
Joy Division,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Sneak,
Adolescents,
The Star Department,
Janne Schatter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
Pierre Henry,
The Evens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rotary Connection,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
The J.B.'s,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Copeland,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
Henry Cow,
Anakelly,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott Heron,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Clarke,
Godley & Creme,
Piero Umiliani,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
Index,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ludus,
The Martian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gories,
Simply Red,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.