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 Australia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Gladiators to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
the Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
E-Dancer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
JFA,
Gong,
Au Pairs,
A Certain Ratio,
Howard Jones,
One Last Wish,
Wire,
The Searchers,
Kaleidoscope,
Alice Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Bush Tetras,
Pierre Henry,
Sällskapet,
Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Eric Copeland,
LL Cool J,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
CMW,
Roy Ayers,
Reagan Youth,
Alison Limerick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Motions,
a-ha,
The Zeros,
Mantronix,
Crash Course in Science,
Skaos,
Laurel Aitken,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hot Snakes,
Magma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
The Cowsills,
The Kinks,
Junior Murvin,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.