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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pole to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '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 Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
New Order,
The Young Rascals,
Danielle Patucci,
Camouflage,
Rosa Yemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Leaves,
Piero Umiliani,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
ABC,
Television,
John Lydon,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Agitation Free,
Liliput,
Silicon Teens,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxy Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Make Up,
Arthur Verocai,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fad Gadget,
Junior Murvin,
Flamin' Groovies,
10cc,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Litter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-Ray Spex,
Mo-Dettes,
Howard Jones,
Japan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
The Cramps,
Jerry's Kids,
Icehouse,
Simply Red,
Niagra,
The Barracudas,
Sparks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radio Birdman,
T. Rex,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Offenders,
Von Mondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.