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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Stockholm Monsters 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Can,
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers,
Crime,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ossler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young,
Deakin,
Eden Ahbez,
Hardrive,
Ken Boothe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Copeland,
Jandek,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare,
Qualms,
Hasil Adkins,
Hot Snakes,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Jawbox,
K-Klass,
Black Flag,
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Stiv Bators,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Happenings,
Infiniti,
The Slits,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Godley & Creme,
The Litter,
Fela Kuti,
The Saints,
Spoonie Gee,
The Music Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.