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 Czech Republic and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Mummies to the funk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yusef Lateef,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Mills,
Sällskapet,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Style,
Gastr Del Sol,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Buzzcocks,
Urselle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Normal,
Bobby Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Fear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
JFA,
Junior Murvin,
Guru Guru,
Jawbox,
Moby Grape,
Scientists,
The Fugs,
Cal Tjader,
Masters at Work,
Inner City,
Spandau Ballet,
KRS-One,
Scan 7,
Mantronix,
Siglo XX,
Mandrill,
Hardrive,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Order,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
China Crisis,
Juan Atkins,
Zapp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Schoolly D,
Ituana,
Ponytail,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.