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 Portugal and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Nirvana,
The Offenders,
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
E-Dancer,
Groovy Waters,
Aswad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T. Rex,
Bootsy Collins,
A Certain Ratio,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Basic Channel,
Yusef Lateef,
Cameo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Bourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cramps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Flag,
Henry Cow,
Mo-Dettes,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Byrd,
Monks,
Swans,
Parry Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Organ,
Ponytail,
Black Sheep,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agitation Free,
Eric B and Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
The Move,
Throbbing Gristle,
Guru Guru,
Neu!,
Magma,
The Black Dice,
These Immortal Souls,
Half Japanese,
Shoche,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
Whodini,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.