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 Monaco and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
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 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 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 Pole to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
The Invisible,
Kurtis Blow,
Gichy Dan,
LL Cool J,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Masters at Work,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Porter Ricks,
Erykah Badu,
Maurizio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Toasters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Clarke,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
Slave,
Nils Olav,
The Doors,
New Order,
Eddi Front,
The Dead C,
Bronski Beat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
Rod Modell,
Dennis Brown,
La Düsseldorf,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Five Americans,
Television,
Man Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Robert Görl,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.