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 Greece and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Visage to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fall,
Marmalade,
Fela Kuti,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
Circle Jerks,
The Doors,
Bootsy Collins,
World's Most,
The Misunderstood,
Porter Ricks,
Archie Shepp,
La Düsseldorf,
Smog,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camberwell Now,
Isaac Hayes,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amazonics,
The Sound,
John Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funky Four + One,
Popol Vuh,
The Techniques,
Marshall Jefferson,
Graham Central Station,
These Immortal Souls,
Metal Thangz,
Lightning Bolt,
The Count Five,
OOIOO,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Busters,
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grey Daturas,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.