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 Jamaica and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Finger,
the Normal,
Slick Rick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drexciya,
Connie Case,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erykah Badu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gabor Szabo,
The Skatalites,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Silicon Teens,
The Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bob Dylan,
Sight & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Jandek,
Buzzcocks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anthony Braxton,
Gichy Dan,
Fela Kuti,
The Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments,
Mantronix,
The Happenings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
Das Ding,
Loose Ends,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
The Fall,
David Axelrod,
Minutemen,
U.S. Maple,
James White and The Blacks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pop Group,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.