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 Taiwan and from London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Marc Almond to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Lalann,
Amon Düül,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Bananas,
Altered Images,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rites of Spring,
Clear Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Association,
The Real Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Sneak,
The Motions,
Pantaleimon,
Pylon,
The Slackers,
the Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Sherman,
Alphaville,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson,
Bauhaus,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Clarke,
Lucky Dragons,
Infiniti,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brick,
Pantytec,
Fluxion,
China Crisis,
Dennis Brown,
Yaz,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gladiators,
Bush Tetras,
a-ha,
Crime,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spandau Ballet,
Con Funk Shun,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.