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 Cape Verde and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Gang of Four to the grime 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Sight & Sound,
Surgeon,
Thompson Twins,
The Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gap Band,
X-Ray Spex,
John Lydon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arthur Verocai,
Blossom Toes,
Iggy Pop,
Dual Sessions,
Icehouse,
The Fuzztones,
DNA,
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultra Naté,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
The Saints,
Sister Nancy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
Ultravox,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sällskapet,
The Angels of Light,
Harry Pussy,
Howard Jones,
Von Mondo,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Das Ding,
Eurythmics,
Pylon,
The Human League,
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ossler,
Angry Samoans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.