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 Cuba and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Ken Boothe to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Aloha Tigers,
Nils Olav,
Lyres,
Robert Wyatt,
The Golliwogs,
Sex Pistols,
Oblivians,
The Smiths,
Yazoo,
Sister Nancy,
The Index,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
a-ha,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed,
Joyce Sims,
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tubeway Army,
Brand Nubian,
Leonard Cohen,
Hasil Adkins,
Cluster,
Fear,
The Fugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalo Schifrin,
La Düsseldorf,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Durutti Column,
Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Count Five,
The Searchers,
Country Teasers,
Schoolly D,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pretty Things,
Harpers Bizarre,
Josef K,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monochrome Set,
The Last Poets,
Symarip,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pere Ubu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.