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 Tonga and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Arab on Radar to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Marc Almond,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dennis Brown,
The Slits,
Little Man,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang of Four,
Grauzone,
Model 500,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
Deakin,
Los Fastidios,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
a-ha,
Half Japanese,
Buzzcocks,
Livin' Joy,
Loose Ends,
Hasil Adkins,
Organ,
Lungfish,
Ronnie Foster,
Inner City,
Donald Byrd,
Nas,
The Fuzztones,
John Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
The Gun Club,
Pylon,
Alison Limerick,
Boz Scaggs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Bowie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Toni Rubio,
Lyres,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans,
Gichy Dan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joyce Sims,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Wells,
In Retrospect,
Josef K,
Marvin Gaye,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.