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 Albania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 JFA to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
Idris Muhammad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
Graham Central Station,
Livin' Joy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aswad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shoche,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gap Band,
Ronan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ohio Players,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
Das Ding,
Jacques Brel,
Theoretical Girls,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
Public Enemy,
Erasure,
Colin Newman,
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echospace,
The Seeds,
Rekid,
Josef K,
Soft Machine,
Fat Boys,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
Davy DMX,
Sam Rivers,
Judy Mowatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.