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 Madagascar and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alarm Clocks to the jazz 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
the Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
The Kinks,
Wolf Eyes,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Near,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Evens,
The Smiths,
Rapeman,
Pere Ubu,
Rekid,
Depeche Mode,
The Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Darondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nico,
Roxette,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Peter & Gordon,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nas,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Lindisfarne,
PIL,
Thee Headcoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unwound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
Kas Product,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül II,
Japan,
Scratch Acid,
Main Source,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aswad,
The Victims,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Terry,
Urselle,
Sun City Girls,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.