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 Iran and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rock 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Roger Hodgson,
a-ha,
Davy DMX,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
Basic Channel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Toni Rubio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Circle Jerks,
Flipper,
Stiv Bators,
Au Pairs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight,
CMW,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
Crime,
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronan,
Hashim,
These Immortal Souls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water,
Negative Approach,
The Skatalites,
Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Association,
Aural Exciters,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
Steve Hackett,
Lindisfarne,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
This Heat,
U.S. Maple,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sugar Minott,
Joensuu 1685,
The Wake,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
Judy Mowatt,
World's Most,
The Busters,
Avey Tare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.