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 Mozambique and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
Jawbox,
The Gories,
Sam Rivers,
Crash Course in Science,
Shoche,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Malaria!,
Mantronix,
Hoover,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
10cc,
The Wake,
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
Neu!,
B.T. Express,
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats,
Negative Approach,
Erykah Badu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
Ten City,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall,
The Misunderstood,
Roger Hodgson,
Mo-Dettes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
MDC,
Sixth Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
Rod Modell,
The Gladiators,
Soulsonic Force,
Can,
Sun City Girls,
R.M.O.,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
Man Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Barrington Levy,
FM Einheit,
Soft Cell,
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.