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 Comoros and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sam Rivers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Sällskapet,
Desert Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lungfish,
Camouflage,
The Gun Club,
Hasil Adkins,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flipper,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
Gong,
Japan,
Jacques Brel,
Duran Duran,
The Pretty Things,
Popol Vuh,
H. Thieme,
Brick,
Eric Copeland,
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Cheater Slicks,
Quantec,
The Stooges,
Magazine,
EPMD,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stereo Dub,
The Mummies,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doors,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
The Gladiators,
Animal Collective,
Aswad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monks,
Joyce Sims,
June Days,
New Order,
The Residents,
Reuben Wilson,
Circle Jerks,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
Yellowson,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
Janne Schatter,
Kayak,
JFA,
Terry Callier,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.