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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Susan Cadogan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
Grauzone,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Gang Dance,
Motorama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül II,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hardrive,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
The Gun Club,
OOIOO,
The Evens,
Wire,
The Leaves,
Brass Construction,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABBA,
Pagans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
Sight & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Tres Demented,
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
The Gories,
Average White Band,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wally Richardson,
Little Man,
Theoretical Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Sheep,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cowsills,
Morten Harket,
Jacques Brel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.