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 El Salvador and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dead C to the funk 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Josef K,
The Durutti Column,
Joy Division,
Moss Icon,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
the Sonics,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
Nas,
the Germs,
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Negative Approach,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camberwell Now,
Lakeside,
Cameo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yaz,
UT,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Organ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anakelly,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Enemy,
Scion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jandek,
John Lydon,
Camouflage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Popol Vuh,
Goldenarms,
Pole,
Severed Heads,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blackbyrds,
Skriet,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.