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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lindisfarne to the disco 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang of Four,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Accadde A,
Con Funk Shun,
Youth Brigade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tubeway Army,
Whodini,
Gabor Szabo,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultravox,
The Trojans,
Bobby Womack,
Audionom,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
Ultra Naté,
Kaleidoscope,
Bob Dylan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül,
CMW,
Lalann,
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Intrusion,
Supertramp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos,
Prince Buster,
Yellowson,
Bootsy Collins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ludus,
Vainqueur,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
China Crisis,
The Dirtbombs,
Can,
Index,
Buzzcocks,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
Magazine,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.