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 Angola and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Nirvana,
Con Funk Shun,
The Selecter,
Black Pus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wire,
ABBA,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Wyatt,
Deakin,
Glenn Branca,
Isaac Hayes,
Oblivians,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Los Fastidios,
In Retrospect,
Brick,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Funkadelic,
PIL,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Yellowson,
Al Stewart,
John Coltrane,
John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monks,
The Cure,
The Slits,
The Gun Club,
Intrusion,
New York Dolls,
Massinfluence,
Flipper,
Warsaw,
The Mummies,
Saccharine Trust,
Slick Rick,
Suburban Knight,
the Sonics,
Clear Light,
Skaos,
Shoche,
The J.B.'s,
The Stooges,
Roger Hodgson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
R.M.O.,
Kas Product,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.