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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Skaos,
The Dirtbombs,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Evens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crime,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Model 500,
Maleditus Sound,
Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jawbox,
Scientists,
Bill Near,
Carl Craig,
Peter & Gordon,
Connie Case,
Pagans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flash Fearless,
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sällskapet,
Infiniti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
Deakin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
Agent Orange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronnie Foster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magazine,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
Loose Ends,
Slick Rick,
Leonard Cohen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deepchord,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young,
the Slits,
The Searchers,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.