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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four,
Man Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Barry Ungar,
Dead Boys,
Derrick May,
The Barracudas,
Erykah Badu,
The Happenings,
Pantytec,
Terry Callier,
The Wake,
La Düsseldorf,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Japan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scratch Acid,
Ultra Naté,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Model 500,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brand Nubian,
Television Personalities,
Erasure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Charles Mingus,
the Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sandy B,
Hardrive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Metal Thangz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
Magazine,
The Music Machine,
The Five Americans,
Cecil Taylor,
Quadrant,
Dave Gahan,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül II,
The Saints,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
K-Klass,
The Motions,
Toni Rubio,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.