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 Nicaragua and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
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 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 Suicide to the dance 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
a-ha,
World's Most,
The Shadows of Knight,
Audionom,
Wire,
Matthew Halsall,
John Holt,
Clear Light,
T.S.O.L.,
the Normal,
The Birthday Party,
Gabor Szabo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monks,
Rakim,
The Dead C,
Swell Maps,
Nik Kershaw,
Colin Newman,
Procol Harum,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stetsasonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joensuu 1685,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Josef K,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
Eli Mardock,
Prince Buster,
Zapp,
Unrelated Segments,
James White and The Blacks,
New Order,
MDC,
Cybotron,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
Bad Manners,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Sugar Minott,
Max Romeo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yazoo,
Jacob Miller,
Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.