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 Oman and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Skarface to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Warren Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warsaw,
The Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Blossom Toes,
Motorama,
Cluster,
The Cramps,
Royal Trux,
The Slackers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quantec,
Scan 7,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harmonia,
Slick Rick,
The Angels of Light,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
Pantytec,
Oneida,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Section 25,
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
Bauhaus,
Ossler,
Thompson Twins,
Black Sheep,
Yaz,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Move,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Toni Rubio,
The Velvet Underground,
New Order,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
U.S. Maple,
The New Christs,
Henry Cow,
Barry Ungar,
Arab on Radar,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
the Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.