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 Kosovo and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Minny Pops to the funk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Bang On A Can,
The Associates,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joey Negro,
Anakelly,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Colin Newman,
Scion,
T. Rex,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Green,
Khruangbin,
The Cowsills,
Wasted Youth,
Al Stewart,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Sonics,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Marmalade,
the Normal,
The Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
cv313,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pere Ubu,
Nils Olav,
Crime,
DNA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Tremeloes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eli Mardock,
Franke,
Monolake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Finger,
Eurythmics,
Symarip,
Minor Threat,
In Retrospect,
Stereo Dub,
Q and Not U,
The Standells,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Velvet Underground,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pulsallama,
Suicide,
Minny Pops,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.