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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Slits to the jazz 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman,
Man Parrish,
OOIOO,
Bobby Sherman,
The Raincoats,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mandrill,
Brass Construction,
Youth Brigade,
Whodini,
Ohio Players,
Deadbeat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Pagans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Copeland,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pulsallama,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
The Golliwogs,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Mad Mike,
Barry Ungar,
Skriet,
X-102,
Quando Quango,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sparks,
Bang On A Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Germs,
Pantytec,
Iggy Pop,
Donny Hathaway,
Main Source,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slackers,
Boz Scaggs,
Scion,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.