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 Ethiopia and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slackers,
The Wake,
Bob Dylan,
Audionom,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
John Foxx,
Country Teasers,
Brothers Johnson,
Quando Quango,
Terry Callier,
The Move,
The Motions,
Circle Jerks,
Unwound,
Q65,
Parry Music,
Unrelated Segments,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
Fluxion,
Aaron Thompson,
Alphaville,
Oblivians,
Glambeats Corp.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kas Product,
The Pop Group,
JFA,
Whodini,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eddi Front,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Görl,
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camouflage,
The Human League,
The Selecter,
Minnie Riperton,
Surgeon,
New York Dolls,
Spoonie Gee,
Reuben Wilson,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalann,
The Raincoats,
Vainqueur,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
Eric Copeland,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.