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 Mali and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Country Teasers,
Gang Starr,
Groovy Waters,
Fatback Band,
DNA,
The Remains,
Lebanon Hanover,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Skriet,
Mantronix,
Jeff Mills,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
Siglo XX,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
Pole,
Sexual Harrassment,
T.S.O.L.,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
The Young Rascals,
Rotary Connection,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warren Ellis,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
Joyce Sims,
Von Mondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The United States of America,
cv313,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
This Heat,
Joensuu 1685,
Moebius,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
Eden Ahbez,
Tubeway Army,
Radio Birdman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
PIL,
ABBA,
Severed Heads,
Marc Almond,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.