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 Iran and from Philadelphia.
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 Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Archie Shepp to the grime 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Roy Ayers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The J.B.'s,
the Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
cv313,
Khruangbin,
The Cure,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
a-ha,
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick Morgan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smiths,
Dennis Brown,
Lightning Bolt,
Main Source,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
Bill Wells,
Althea and Donna,
MDC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nico,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Carl Craig,
Babytalk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Symarip,
The Motions,
The Shadows of Knight,
D'Angelo,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
Dave Gahan,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
the Normal,
Nils Olav,
Brothers Johnson,
In Retrospect,
Popol Vuh,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.