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 India and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Von Mondo to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Excepter,
Aural Exciters,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Deadbeat,
Fatback Band,
The Tremeloes,
Q and Not U,
Pole,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rod Modell,
Blake Baxter,
Magazine,
Goldenarms,
Donny Hathaway,
Eddi Front,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
The Standells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ituana,
Grauzone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Qualms,
Scrapy,
Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Interpol,
Cameo,
Roxy Music,
Agent Orange,
Toni Rubio,
Joyce Sims,
Groovy Waters,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Copeland,
Soul II Soul,
Niagra,
Jandek,
Second Layer,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mission of Burma,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Fluxion,
CMW,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Eurythmics,
Brothers Johnson,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.