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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Theoretical Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Frankie Knuckles,
Altered Images,
Newcleus,
DNA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Ornette Coleman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
The Zeros,
The Durutti Column,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barrington Levy,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Enemy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crime,
The Fortunes,
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
Silicon Teens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skaos,
The United States of America,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kayak,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vladislav Delay,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
Subhumans,
Roxy Music,
Junior Murvin,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
PIL,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joyce Sims,
Smog,
Fear,
Jandek,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dirtbombs,
B.T. Express,
Cymande,
Lalo Schifrin,
R.M.O.,
The Gun Club,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.