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 Uganda and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Niagra to the rap 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Tres Demented,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
Brand Nubian,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dark Day,
Morten Harket,
Tubeway Army,
Moby Grape,
Cal Tjader,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
Glenn Branca,
Magma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Supertramp,
The Monochrome Set,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rapeman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oneida,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Skatalites,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars,
Al Stewart,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Essential Logic,
Minnie Riperton,
Little Man,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yaz,
Angry Samoans,
The Pop Group,
Heaven 17,
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Mills,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.