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 Switzerland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terry Callier to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doors,
Robert Görl,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fela Kuti,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultra Naté,
Mars,
Masters at Work,
Scientists,
The Gories,
Flash Fearless,
Susan Cadogan,
World's Most,
Radiohead,
Dennis Brown,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord,
Unwound,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Happenings,
Brass Construction,
Sonic Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funkadelic,
Make Up,
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye,
Tubeway Army,
Schoolly D,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tom Boy,
The Motions,
Q and Not U,
Lyres,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
Joey Negro,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Sneak,
Peter and Kerry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ludus,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
The Mummies,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
The United States of America,
Scrapy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ossler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.