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 St Lucia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fire Engines,
June Days,
Babytalk,
Suburban Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Archie Shepp,
Adolescents,
Ronan,
Kas Product,
Make Up,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
Nirvana,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warsaw,
The Birthday Party,
Sandy B,
Scion,
the Normal,
The Toasters,
the Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Q65,
Harpers Bizarre,
Morten Harket,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aswad,
The Gap Band,
Josef K,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Altered Images,
Heaven 17,
Bang On A Can,
The Offenders,
Skarface,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hoover,
Mr. Review,
Donny Hathaway,
Minutemen,
Tubeway Army,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Pussy Galore,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wire,
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.