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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
Rotary Connection,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
David Axelrod,
Scrapy,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
Severed Heads,
X-101,
Brand Nubian,
Moby Grape,
Dual Sessions,
Intrusion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks,
Rapeman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Finger,
the Normal,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed,
Stereo Dub,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Smog,
The Misunderstood,
Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Cluster,
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Silicon Teens,
Magma,
The Saints,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faraquet,
The Fugs,
Can,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.