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 Senegal and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Avey Tare to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Siglo XX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
AZ,
Bobby Womack,
Black Moon,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
David McCallum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
Tubeway Army,
Yellowson,
Little Man,
Ituana,
Technova,
Kayak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q and Not U,
Pantytec,
Basic Channel,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
R.M.O.,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
Sparks,
The Pretty Things,
The Moleskins,
Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Busters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Easy Going,
Ice-T,
Boredoms,
Darondo,
John Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
Dead Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Oneida,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
Eurythmics,
Loose Ends,
Unwound,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alphaville,
La Düsseldorf,
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Green,
Danielle Patucci,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.