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 Lithuania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Steve Hackett to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Searchers,
John Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Sonny Sharrock,
June of 44,
Shoche,
Duran Duran,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dawn Penn,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers,
Chris & Cosey,
Television,
Neil Young,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q and Not U,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Machine,
Alton Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
The Five Americans,
Quando Quango,
Das Ding,
Chrome,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
The Slackers,
Swell Maps,
Sixth Finger,
Suicide,
Eli Mardock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
China Crisis,
The Trojans,
The Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Y Pants,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Accadde A,
Thompson Twins,
Soul II Soul,
The Raincoats,
Suburban Knight,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nirvana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.