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 Poland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joy Division to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Lungfish,
Siglo XX,
Shuggie Otis,
The Human League,
Slick Rick,
F. McDonald,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moss Icon,
David Axelrod,
Leonard Cohen,
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
The Star Department,
Mandrill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler,
Saccharine Trust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
Drexciya,
10cc,
Moebius,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camouflage,
Bill Wells,
Joyce Sims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
Franke,
Hoover,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
Tom Boy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry's Kids,
Qualms,
New York Dolls,
Minny Pops,
Man Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Blancmange,
Jeff Mills,
Intrusion,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
The Walker Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Isaac Hayes,
the Normal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.