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 Zambia 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 X-Ray Spex to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultravox,
Todd Rundgren,
the Normal,
Hot Snakes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gladiators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
Excepter,
La Düsseldorf,
Groovy Waters,
Cymande,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
UT,
Supertramp,
Deadbeat,
Duran Duran,
Nils Olav,
Charles Mingus,
T. Rex,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Lynne,
Mad Mike,
MC5,
Second Layer,
Procol Harum,
Y Pants,
Model 500,
Tres Demented,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oblivians,
Bobbi Humphrey,
R.M.O.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
OOIOO,
Visage,
The Young Rascals,
Radiohead,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sam Rivers,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
The Monks,
cv313,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
Carl Craig,
Blancmange,
Yaz,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.