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 Iceland and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Fat Boys to the techno 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
E-Dancer,
R.M.O.,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
Negative Approach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cluster,
Mission of Burma,
Camberwell Now,
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
Minnie Riperton,
Grauzone,
Radio Birdman,
The United States of America,
F. McDonald,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lindisfarne,
Wolf Eyes,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalann,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alison Limerick,
CMW,
Soft Machine,
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erasure,
Shuggie Otis,
LL Cool J,
Thompson Twins,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Association,
The Invisible,
Barrington Levy,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Hill,
Rapeman,
Massinfluence,
Howard Jones,
Pylon,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
Wings,
Brick,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Normal,
David Axelrod,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.