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 Chile and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
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 sitar 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 Buzzcocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Q and Not U,
the Association,
Donald Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Prince Buster,
New York Dolls,
Deepchord,
Mandrill,
Eddi Front,
Chris & Cosey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Negative Approach,
The Doors,
Josef K,
Neu!,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
In Retrospect,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
Matthew Bourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
Country Teasers,
Roxy Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kurtis Blow,
Yusef Lateef,
Metal Thangz,
Livin' Joy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Buckinghams,
Stetsasonic,
Ice-T,
The Music Machine,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Hill,
Shuggie Otis,
Goldenarms,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Durutti Column,
Black Sheep,
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.