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 Indonesia and from London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Eric Copeland to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Man Parrish,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
Eric Dolphy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan,
E-Dancer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hasil Adkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thee Headcoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Average White Band,
Icehouse,
Duran Duran,
New Order,
Barbara Tucker,
Sparks,
Public Enemy,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
The Tremeloes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
UT,
Kayak,
Marmalade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dead C,
The Walker Brothers,
John Foxx,
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABC,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
Cluster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anakelly,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Underground Resistance,
Groovy Waters,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks,
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
Wally Richardson,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.