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 United States and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aaron Thompson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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?
The Cramps,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Moon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Average White Band,
The Pop Group,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Machine,
The Trojans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vladislav Delay,
The Divine Comedy,
Siglo XX,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
E-Dancer,
The Searchers,
Hasil Adkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Shoche,
Niagra,
Matthew Bourne,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Hill,
Sixth Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Cale,
The Star Department,
Excepter,
Yazoo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mo-Dettes,
The Misunderstood,
Surgeon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
The United States of America,
Robert Hood,
H. Thieme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nico,
Ronnie Foster,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anakelly,
Eurythmics,
Bob Dylan,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.