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 Mexico and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Moody Blues to the grime 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Supertramp,
Harmonia,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
OOIOO,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fortunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Near,
Guru Guru,
The Martian,
Sight & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Stetsasonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dawn Penn,
The Victims,
Blancmange,
Black Flag,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flipper,
Grey Daturas,
Wasted Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
MC5,
Bad Manners,
Charles Mingus,
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronnie Foster,
DNA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
World's Most,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
Zapp,
Nico,
Bush Tetras,
Pagans,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lower 48,
Country Teasers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott Heron,
Parry Music,
Mission of Burma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.