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 Finland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Warren Ellis to the disco 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Pole,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pylon,
John Lydon,
Albert Ayler,
Althea and Donna,
The Birthday Party,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David McCallum,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Invisible,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Pere Ubu,
Procol Harum,
Lungfish,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
The Saints,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Malaria!,
Joey Negro,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aural Exciters,
Yusef Lateef,
Connie Case,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sex Pistols,
Boz Scaggs,
Nas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Count Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Suicide,
Scan 7,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacob Miller,
The Move,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Names,
the Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arthur Verocai,
Sparks,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.