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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 June Days to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Marc Almond,
Magazine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Flag,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wasted Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Eddi Front,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skriet,
Maleditus Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
Quando Quango,
Barry Ungar,
Dave Gahan,
Negative Approach,
Blossom Toes,
John Foxx,
Rites of Spring,
Ituana,
Cheater Slicks,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
Porter Ricks,
JFA,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
Sugar Minott,
Black Sheep,
Colin Newman,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
The Mojo Men,
Funky Four + One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Susan Cadogan,
Bluetip,
Flipper,
Godley & Creme,
Echospace,
Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Sex Pistols,
Moss Icon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zapp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
Accadde A,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.