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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Nico to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
Supertramp,
Malaria!,
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skaos,
Rites of Spring,
Howard Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Camberwell Now,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fatback Band,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young,
Eric Dolphy,
Fluxion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
cv313,
John Holt,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Copeland,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun City Girls,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Womack,
Kaleidoscope,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Trojans,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
This Heat,
Section 25,
John Lydon,
The Dirtbombs,
U.S. Maple,
Groovy Waters,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
Mad Mike,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agitation Free,
Yaz,
Moss Icon,
OOIOO,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.