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 Rwanda and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Radio Birdman to the dance 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Porter Ricks,
Glenn Branca,
Alison Limerick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp,
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eurythmics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Germs,
The Saints,
The Smoke,
John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxy Music,
D'Angelo,
Radiopuhelimet,
The New Christs,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
The Barracudas,
Scrapy,
DJ Style,
The Velvet Underground,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nils Olav,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nas,
La Düsseldorf,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators,
LL Cool J,
Ronan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Main Source,
The Monochrome Set,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
a-ha,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sam Rivers,
Altered Images,
The Blues Magoos,
Alton Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
Harry Pussy,
Simply Red,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.