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 Burundi and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris Corsano,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
The Motions,
ABC,
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox,
Franke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flash Fearless,
Visage,
Yusef Lateef,
Fela Kuti,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yellowson,
The Star Department,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pere Ubu,
Niagra,
The Victims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Peter & Gordon,
Jandek,
F. McDonald,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reuben Wilson,
Susan Cadogan,
Ituana,
Jeff Lynne,
DNA,
Second Layer,
Lungfish,
Wire,
Metal Thangz,
JFA,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
Rotary Connection,
The Gladiators,
Dark Day,
Half Japanese,
Carl Craig,
DJ Sneak,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Modern Lovers,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Duran Duran,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.