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 Tonga and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Camouflage to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
the Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ituana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bob Dylan,
Steve Hackett,
T. Rex,
Technova,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Animal Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Techniques,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun City Girls,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
La Düsseldorf,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Joy Division,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slick Rick,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Bar-Kays,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Outsiders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mo-Dettes,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Red Krayola,
Scientists,
Television,
Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Yaz,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.