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 Malta and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Crooked Eye to the punk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
cv313,
Avey Tare,
Drexciya,
Todd Rundgren,
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat,
Gichy Dan,
Leonard Cohen,
Television,
The Gladiators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Byron Stingily,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
the Slits,
Rapeman,
Smog,
U.S. Maple,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eurythmics,
Loose Ends,
David Axelrod,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Happenings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Josef K,
Sixth Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alphaville,
The Fall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Susan Cadogan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Accadde A,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
The Mummies,
Ohio Players,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Graham Central Station,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
Radiohead,
Neil Young,
Sound Behaviour,
Davy DMX,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.