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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida,
Alice Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Y Pants,
The Sound,
Magma,
ABBA,
Joy Division,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Accadde A,
Masters at Work,
The Mojo Men,
Cymande,
La Düsseldorf,
Aswad,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
Ponytail,
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare,
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
Zero Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gun Club,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers,
Lyres,
Buzzcocks,
KRS-One,
The Raincoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slackers,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry's Kids,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five,
Model 500,
Joyce Sims,
H. Thieme,
Bad Manners,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.