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 Zimbabwe and from London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Inner City to the rock 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Colin Newman,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Terry,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
LL Cool J,
Visage,
Bill Wells,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sister Nancy,
Dual Sessions,
Minutemen,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers,
Joey Negro,
The Victims,
Mantronix,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magma,
Ossler,
Agitation Free,
Absolute Body Control,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Happenings,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
Symarip,
Brothers Johnson,
The United States of America,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Patti Smith,
10cc,
Dawn Penn,
The Searchers,
Erasure,
Pagans,
One Last Wish,
PIL,
Tom Boy,
Thompson Twins,
Intrusion,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.