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 East Timor and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Graham Central Station,
World's Most,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Vogues,
Stereo Dub,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Dolphy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Index,
The Trojans,
The Durutti Column,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Banda Bassotti,
Icehouse,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Beau Brummels,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Procol Harum,
Nils Olav,
Skriet,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terry Callier,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oblivians,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Copeland,
Q and Not U,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Rekid,
The New Christs,
Circle Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Camouflage,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ossler,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Lynne,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sound,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.