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 Swaziland and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Minutemen to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
Ultravox,
Second Layer,
Gerry Rafferty,
The American Breed,
Kayak,
Ice-T,
Lucky Dragons,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Hill,
The Alarm Clocks,
F. McDonald,
Nirvana,
Deakin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sparks,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Lydon,
Laurel Aitken,
the Fania All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Roger Hodgson,
Mission of Burma,
Basic Channel,
B.T. Express,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Moon,
CMW,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Procol Harum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maleditus Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pop Group,
The Techniques,
Audionom,
Ken Boothe,
Masters at Work,
Black Flag,
Intrusion,
JFA,
The Stooges,
Excepter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Depeche Mode,
The Litter,
Morten Harket,
Eurythmics,
Yaz,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.