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 Romania 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Colin Newman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funky Four + One,
kango's stein massive,
The Fuzztones,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
Lakeside,
ABC,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glenn Branca,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lucky Dragons,
Japan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Last Poets,
John Lydon,
Donald Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
The Kinks,
Dawn Penn,
Cheater Slicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
Funkadelic,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sarah Menescal,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q and Not U,
ABBA,
the Bar-Kays,
The Leaves,
Theoretical Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Prince Buster,
Gichy Dan,
Gabor Szabo,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mummies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harmonia,
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.