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 Egypt and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Christie to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
The Leaves,
Desert Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Germs,
Darondo,
Kayak,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
Siglo XX,
Danielle Patucci,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suicide,
Scion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Saints,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
Y Pants,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q and Not U,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gong,
Dawn Penn,
Morten Harket,
The Black Dice,
Sugar Minott,
The Skatalites,
Eric Dolphy,
Roger Hodgson,
MDC,
Magma,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MC5,
Simply Red,
the Swans,
Josef K,
Ituana,
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.