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 Brunei and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Junior Murvin to the grime 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
AZ,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cure,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Bluetip,
Quantec,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cowsills,
Howard Jones,
The Vogues,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Parry Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
Yusef Lateef,
Letta Mbulu,
Minutemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Janne Schatter,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantaleimon,
Albert Ayler,
Agent Orange,
The Human League,
The Gladiators,
Lakeside,
The Raincoats,
Patti Smith,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
Ituana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ten City,
Ludus,
UT,
Brass Construction,
the Swans,
The Zeros,
The Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
ABC,
X-Ray Spex,
Fatback Band,
David Bowie,
Delta 5,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.