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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tom Boy 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
New Order,
Simply Red,
Smog,
Terry Callier,
The Red Krayola,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Christie,
Can,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Connie Case,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Wire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aswad,
Pylon,
Kerri Chandler,
Faraquet,
Jerry's Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aaron Thompson,
R.M.O.,
Radiohead,
Bluetip,
The Pretty Things,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
Metal Thangz,
Deakin,
Maurizio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lower 48,
Marine Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
Parry Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
Loose Ends,
Eden Ahbez,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
Nico,
Average White Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.