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 Slovakia and from Copenhagen.
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 Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Mars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Janne Schatter,
Toni Rubio,
Yellowson,
Flamin' Groovies,
MDC,
The Beau Brummels,
Intrusion,
The Buckinghams,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Eve St. Jones,
Flipper,
Reagan Youth,
The J.B.'s,
The Star Department,
Thompson Twins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
JFA,
The Smoke,
AZ,
Nico,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed,
Joe Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Alice Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
The Litter,
X-Ray Spex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter & Gordon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
China Crisis,
Cymande,
The Fortunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
ABBA,
the Normal,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy Collins,
The Vogues,
Altered Images,
the Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Cameo,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.