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 Mongolia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the techno 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultra Naté,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
Rosa Yemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Angels of Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Bowie,
Quadrant,
Ronnie Foster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Royal Trux,
The Saints,
Second Layer,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wasted Youth,
Joy Division,
A Certain Ratio,
Niagra,
Hot Snakes,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Toasters,
Joey Negro,
Faust,
Flipper,
Eurythmics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Near,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Easy Going,
Popol Vuh,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
Don Cherry,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dark Day,
Patti Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dead C,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Goldenarms,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.