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 Comoros and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Excepter to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moleskins,
Brick,
Gabor Szabo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arcadia,
MDC,
Interpol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Wings,
Model 500,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Junior Murvin,
Reuben Wilson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
X-101,
Althea and Donna,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
The Remains,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
Eli Mardock,
Skarface,
Joy Division,
Boredoms,
Grauzone,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
Babytalk,
Television,
In Retrospect,
Hashim,
The Star Department,
the Swans,
The Standells,
Pagans,
Lakeside,
X-Ray Spex,
Stiv Bators,
Motorama,
James White and The Blacks,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.