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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oblivians to the punk 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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flipper,
Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
The Searchers,
Funky Four + One,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cramps,
The Golliwogs,
T. Rex,
The Fugs,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deadbeat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deakin,
Faraquet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed,
Thompson Twins,
Blake Baxter,
Warren Ellis,
Visage,
Grey Daturas,
Howard Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Bourne,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Copeland,
Yellowson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Sneak,
China Crisis,
KRS-One,
Barry Ungar,
Agent Orange,
Nirvana,
Saccharine Trust,
Rites of Spring,
Interpol,
Bush Tetras,
Prince Buster,
Blancmange,
Audionom,
Y Pants,
Mo-Dettes,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.