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 Korea North and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Pantytec to the rap 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Soft Machine,
Wire,
Outsiders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Darondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
Interpol,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
The Leaves,
Nils Olav,
a-ha,
Pylon,
Bill Near,
The Dirtbombs,
The Five Americans,
Aswad,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed,
The Misunderstood,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül II,
Silicon Teens,
Easy Going,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
Motorama,
The Techniques,
Scratch Acid,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring,
Quantec,
Young Marble Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slits,
Chrome,
Leonard Cohen,
Trumans Water,
the Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Bourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Thompson Twins,
Peter & Gordon,
Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers,
Wolf Eyes,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.