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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the crunk 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Scientists,
Man Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerri Chandler,
Eurythmics,
The Seeds,
Neu!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Yaz,
The Associates,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim,
Monks,
Carl Craig,
Bang On A Can,
Circle Jerks,
Scion,
The Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June Days,
Minor Threat,
ABBA,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
Severed Heads,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joey Negro,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
Archie Shepp,
Chrome,
Piero Umiliani,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-Ray Spex,
Kas Product,
Ken Boothe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Real Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barry Ungar,
ABC,
Unwound,
Organ,
The Fortunes,
Skarface,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.