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 Tuvalu and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Ronnie Foster to the disco 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Lindisfarne,
the Swans,
Country Teasers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Star Department,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Hood,
Erasure,
Sight & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Excepter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lebanon Hanover,
The Busters,
Al Stewart,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
Heaven 17,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q and Not U,
Urselle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Holt,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eurythmics,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Martian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Symarip,
The Residents,
Aural Exciters,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mummies,
Niagra,
Faust,
Mr. Review,
Peter & Gordon,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gabor Szabo,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
Stereo Dub,
Hoover,
Vainqueur,
Newcleus,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
Glenn Branca,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.