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 El Salvador and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick May to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Qualms,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
10cc,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joy Division,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Darondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Kurtis Blow,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
Tom Boy,
Skarface,
Mars,
Nils Olav,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Tommy Roe,
The Angels of Light,
Sällskapet,
Robert Wyatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Depeche Mode,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Finger,
Television,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantytec,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
The Fall,
Lungfish,
The Five Americans,
Mark Hollis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Organ,
The Golliwogs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Juan Atkins,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
H. Thieme,
Nick Fraelich,
Desert Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
The Count Five,
Glenn Branca,
Ludus,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.