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 Vanuatu and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Suburban Knight to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Parry Music,
Fad Gadget,
Marmalade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Lou Christie,
China Crisis,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
Smog,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
the Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Susan Cadogan,
Wolf Eyes,
Audionom,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Bourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
The Cowsills,
Yusef Lateef,
Franke,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Quantec,
The Associates,
Reuben Wilson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Sonic Youth,
Mantronix,
The Trojans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reagan Youth,
Groovy Waters,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
R.M.O.,
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
Supertramp,
Malaria!,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Teasers,
Stiv Bators,
Gabor Szabo,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sister Nancy,
Skarface,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.