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 Andorra and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
One Last Wish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-101,
F. McDonald,
Lyres,
Flamin' Groovies,
Urselle,
The Smoke,
The Leaves,
Oneida,
Hardrive,
R.M.O.,
Davy DMX,
John Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Starr,
Ultravox,
John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators,
The Pretty Things,
Little Man,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
the Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
Bobby Womack,
Liliput,
The Golliwogs,
Brand Nubian,
Barry Ungar,
The Happenings,
Steve Hackett,
Sarah Menescal,
The Walker Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Nirvana,
LL Cool J,
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma,
ABBA,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
Quando Quango,
Pulsallama,
Schoolly D,
The Fall,
Kas Product,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
Crime,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.