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 Kiribati and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Wake to the rock 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
David Axelrod,
Suicide,
Section 25,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television,
Echospace,
The Stooges,
Bobby Womack,
Kurtis Blow,
Fad Gadget,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sandy B,
Nas,
Interpol,
Bush Tetras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Bananas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kayak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mantronix,
Visage,
Nico,
The Pop Group,
Excepter,
The Dirtbombs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wally Richardson,
Tubeway Army,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faust,
Roger Hodgson,
Absolute Body Control,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kaleidoscope,
La Düsseldorf,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
Delta 5,
Maleditus Sound,
Clear Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant,
The Smiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Motorama,
Suburban Knight,
The Young Rascals,
These Immortal Souls,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
PIL,
The Cramps,
Lakeside,
The Music Machine,
Ken Boothe,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.