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 Cyprus and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Radiohead to the punk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Deadbeat,
Scan 7,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Technova,
Yusef Lateef,
Maurizio,
The Invisible,
Janne Schatter,
Alison Limerick,
Supertramp,
the Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chrome,
Black Flag,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Subhumans,
Stereo Dub,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Interpol,
The Cramps,
The Leaves,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
H. Thieme,
Minutemen,
Toni Rubio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quando Quango,
Glenn Branca,
Deakin,
Theoretical Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Smog,
Lungfish,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
Jacob Miller,
Average White Band,
Niagra,
Simply Red,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arcadia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions,
Morten Harket,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
Ronan,
Mars,
Mr. Review,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fall,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.