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 Bhutan and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Wally Richardson to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Smooth,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pere Ubu,
48th St. Collective,
World's Most,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
cv313,
ABC,
Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Basic Channel,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
Deakin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Interpol,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
FM Einheit,
Soul II Soul,
The Names,
Qualms,
Q65,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
Dark Day,
Main Source,
Cluster,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
Camberwell Now,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Association,
Sam Rivers,
Drexciya,
Robert Wyatt,
Mark Hollis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Techniques,
Scientists,
The Busters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maleditus Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.