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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 H. Thieme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
Altered Images,
Scion,
Underground Resistance,
The Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hoover,
New York Dolls,
Fluxion,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Human League,
The Toasters,
Blancmange,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Foxx,
The Saints,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Copeland,
X-Ray Spex,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
The New Christs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
AZ,
FM Einheit,
Henry Cow,
Mo-Dettes,
Vainqueur,
Groovy Waters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slits,
Scrapy,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
Guru Guru,
Nas,
Buzzcocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Severed Heads,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Hill,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.