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 Latvia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Names to the jazz 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Liliput,
Erasure,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nik Kershaw,
The Happenings,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fortunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
Darondo,
The Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masters at Work,
Tommy Roe,
ABBA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ohio Players,
Bob Dylan,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band,
Brand Nubian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra,
The Leaves,
Godley & Creme,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Names,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
X-102,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dead Boys,
Mission of Burma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Moon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
The Fall,
Zapp,
Hashim,
Yaz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
Swans,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.