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 Uzbekistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ultravox to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Sound Behaviour,
Animal Collective,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spandau Ballet,
Nik Kershaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skriet,
Cal Tjader,
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T. Rex,
Can,
Malaria!,
Television,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Nils Olav,
Quadrant,
Bobby Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Pagans,
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hoover,
This Heat,
The Remains,
Ten City,
Ponytail,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Hasil Adkins,
New York Dolls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Order,
The Saints,
Das Ding,
Masters at Work,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra,
kango's stein massive,
Flipper,
Lindisfarne,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster,
Monolake,
The Associates,
the Normal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry's Kids,
Erasure,
Outsiders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s,
June Days,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.