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 Norway and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode,
Prince Buster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monolake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacques Brel,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
The Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
New Order,
Aswad,
Sister Nancy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Saints,
Scion,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
The Smoke,
Eric Copeland,
Infiniti,
Excepter,
DJ Sneak,
Isaac Hayes,
the Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Eating Sloth,
MDC,
Visage,
Toni Rubio,
Lower 48,
The Sound,
The Busters,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
The United States of America,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
The Velvet Underground,
Wally Richardson,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick,
PIL,
the Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.