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 Croatia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Babytalk to the crunk 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
K-Klass,
Curtis Mayfield,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Almond,
T. Rex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jawbox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lyres,
Kaleidoscope,
Slave,
The Mojo Men,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter & Gordon,
Talk Talk,
Outsiders,
DNA,
The Searchers,
Surgeon,
Section 25,
The Residents,
The Fall,
Scientists,
Arcadia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
Altered Images,
John Lydon,
Y Pants,
Zapp,
OOIOO,
cv313,
Country Teasers,
The Standells,
Steve Hackett,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Skarface,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dark Day,
New Order,
Cecil Taylor,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.