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 Canada and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 James White and The Blacks to the grunge 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joy Division,
Idris Muhammad,
Henry Cow,
the Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultra Naté,
Black Bananas,
the Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mark Hollis,
The Toasters,
Banda Bassotti,
Unrelated Segments,
Godley & Creme,
Pussy Galore,
Hoover,
Japan,
Sound Behaviour,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
Panda Bear,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
Mad Mike,
Tommy Roe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Massinfluence,
Cecil Taylor,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siglo XX,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hashim,
a-ha,
The Leaves,
Maleditus Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gabor Szabo,
Fad Gadget,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
The Evens,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faraquet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Move,
Cameo,
Lower 48,
Iggy Pop,
Swell Maps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.