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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
The Star Department,
8 Eyed Spy,
World's Most,
The Offenders,
Graham Central Station,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Accadde A,
Bauhaus,
Bluetip,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Amazonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxette,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
Ronnie Foster,
LL Cool J,
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
The Cure,
KRS-One,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sound,
The Zeros,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young,
Qualms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ludus,
Suicide,
Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Can,
Minor Threat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gap Band,
Wire,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Almond,
Joe Finger,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skaos,
Radiohead,
Tom Boy,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.