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 Guinea-Bissau and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Ohio Players,
The Martian,
Television,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
Faust,
Sarah Menescal,
Warsaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cymande,
Fad Gadget,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Mantronix,
Hardrive,
Suburban Knight,
Eddi Front,
The Standells,
Skarface,
The Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Drexciya,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boredoms,
The Fuzztones,
Lakeside,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
H. Thieme,
Yusef Lateef,
Hashim,
Nirvana,
Scan 7,
Tim Buckley,
Lalann,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Litter,
L. Decosne,
The Moleskins,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Y Pants,
Aural Exciters,
PIL,
Sonic Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.