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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Cal Tjader to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Steve Hackett,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Style,
Toni Rubio,
The Durutti Column,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Henry Cow,
B.T. Express,
Dawn Penn,
Peter & Gordon,
The Offenders,
Pierre Henry,
The Count Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
Glenn Branca,
ABC,
The Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ossler,
Scientists,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul II Soul,
Duran Duran,
Swell Maps,
Soulsonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronan,
Kayak,
Intrusion,
Warren Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liliput,
The Smiths,
Ronnie Foster,
The Buckinghams,
Hashim,
Skriet,
Tom Boy,
Easy Going,
The Pretty Things,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.