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 Palau and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shuggie Otis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Al Stewart,
Underground Resistance,
The Mummies,
Technova,
Skarface,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Slick Rick,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Banda Bassotti,
Crooked Eye,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
Sex Pistols,
Joyce Sims,
New Age Steppers,
Fad Gadget,
X-102,
Little Man,
Tim Buckley,
Dave Gahan,
Livin' Joy,
Brand Nubian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alton Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
The Last Poets,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers,
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Rakim,
The Offenders,
Roger Hodgson,
Bronski Beat,
Black Sheep,
Wolf Eyes,
Hot Snakes,
Gabor Szabo,
Metal Thangz,
Half Japanese,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rotary Connection,
The Gladiators,
Echospace,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.