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 Niger and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Metal Thangz to the jazz 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
ABBA,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
The Black Dice,
Popol Vuh,
Reuben Wilson,
Outsiders,
Scion,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra,
Shoche,
Unwound,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marmalade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
The Barracudas,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers,
The United States of America,
Sam Rivers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Carl Craig,
The Moleskins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacob Miller,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going,
Delta 5,
Jerry's Kids,
JFA,
Black Moon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Colin Newman,
Vainqueur,
MDC,
Sällskapet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
Goldenarms,
Brick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Byron Stingily,
Kenny Larkin,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.