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 Spain and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Dorothy Ashby to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Ultravox,
Nils Olav,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young,
Cecil Taylor,
Bronski Beat,
In Retrospect,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
kango's stein massive,
Tim Buckley,
Scan 7,
Radiohead,
Monks,
Faust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Womack,
Average White Band,
Soul II Soul,
Gichy Dan,
The Associates,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Second Layer,
Rapeman,
Heaven 17,
Suicide,
Pharoah Sanders,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erykah Badu,
Bluetip,
Ronan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fall,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Invisible,
Lower 48,
X-102,
Hardrive,
L. Decosne,
The Star Department,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
The Velvet Underground,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Niagra,
Half Japanese,
Scratch Acid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
World's Most,
The New Christs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.