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 Micronesia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Star Department,
Angry Samoans,
Khruangbin,
PIL,
Lower 48,
T. Rex,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter,
Panda Bear,
Derrick Morgan,
Das Ding,
The Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review,
Qualms,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig,
L. Decosne,
Aloha Tigers,
The Barracudas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Raincoats,
The Kinks,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Kurtis Blow,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Mills,
Mark Hollis,
Blancmange,
Charles Mingus,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Talk Talk,
Soul II Soul,
the Normal,
The Misunderstood,
Ronnie Foster,
The Busters,
Rites of Spring,
The Knickerbockers,
David McCallum,
the Sonics,
Agent Orange,
The Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fuzztones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.