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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Desert Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Terry,
June Days,
Black Bananas,
Eurythmics,
Cecil Taylor,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
Kas Product,
Second Layer,
Harry Pussy,
The Skatalites,
Aural Exciters,
Minny Pops,
Leonard Cohen,
John Cale,
Liliput,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joyce Sims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gun Club,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
L. Decosne,
cv313,
Model 500,
Urselle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
Sugar Minott,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Real Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Mars,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Finger,
Parry Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
10cc,
Bobby Womack,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mummies,
Colin Newman,
The Cure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Lynne,
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect,
Sparks,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.