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 Belize and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jandek,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
Nirvana,
Reagan Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Busters,
The Techniques,
Magazine,
China Crisis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erasure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ice-T,
Danielle Patucci,
Moby Grape,
Archie Shepp,
Monolake,
The Buckinghams,
Freddie Wadling,
Can,
Parry Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wings,
The Doors,
The Golliwogs,
Lindisfarne,
Arthur Verocai,
Icehouse,
Symarip,
Arab on Radar,
Mary Jane Girls,
cv313,
Darondo,
Junior Murvin,
Zero Boys,
Bill Wells,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tres Demented,
Accadde A,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bad Manners,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unwound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.