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 Panama and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Smiths to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
Ohio Players,
Ronnie Foster,
Maurizio,
Barry Ungar,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nils Olav,
Pantytec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red,
Scrapy,
The Durutti Column,
John Coltrane,
Inner City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fall,
The Young Rascals,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sight & Sound,
Black Pus,
Bobby Sherman,
Gong,
The Misunderstood,
The Wake,
Severed Heads,
The Leaves,
Eurythmics,
Monolake,
Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sugar Minott,
UT,
Theoretical Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Albert Ayler,
Sonic Youth,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang of Four,
Nico,
Cal Tjader,
Cymande,
La Düsseldorf,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Clarke,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.