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 Chile and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Stereo Dub to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Skriet,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marmalade,
Guru Guru,
Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Leaves,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Crime,
Symarip,
The Index,
Monolake,
Althea and Donna,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
Spandau Ballet,
Aswad,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lucky Dragons,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pole,
X-102,
Marcia Griffiths,
Circle Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Christie,
Sandy B,
Arab on Radar,
The Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Dual Sessions,
Royal Trux,
Surgeon,
Jacques Brel,
The Divine Comedy,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.