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 Netherlands and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Japan 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
The Busters,
The Count Five,
Janne Schatter,
Jacques Brel,
Colin Newman,
Oneida,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
Groovy Waters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alice Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
Bad Manners,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
The Flesh Eaters,
Davy DMX,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
Crooked Eye,
Ten City,
Excepter,
Pantytec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Womack,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Vogues,
Joe Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
Bush Tetras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
Laurel Aitken,
Dawn Penn,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
Icehouse,
Pierre Henry,
Eurythmics,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slackers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.