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 Swaziland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Byrd to the disco 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Kerri Chandler,
The Associates,
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans,
Deepchord,
Eden Ahbez,
Jimmy McGriff,
Depeche Mode,
Silicon Teens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Symarip,
Black Flag,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Pus,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Moon,
The Sound,
Average White Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Popol Vuh,
Howard Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
David McCallum,
Suburban Knight,
Infiniti,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fortunes,
Aural Exciters,
The Mojo Men,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sister Nancy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice,
Loose Ends,
Robert Wyatt,
Livin' Joy,
The Fuzztones,
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
The Victims,
Reagan Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Davy DMX,
the Germs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.