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 Venezuela and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boz Scaggs 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Lou Christie,
Rites of Spring,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
Scan 7,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Fugazi,
F. McDonald,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T.S.O.L.,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
PIL,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
Slave,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Sonics,
E-Dancer,
L. Decosne,
Depeche Mode,
Ken Boothe,
John Foxx,
Ohio Players,
Marc Almond,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed,
Joy Division,
Thee Headcoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultra Naté,
Oblivians,
Cymande,
Sound Behaviour,
Theoretical Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aural Exciters,
K-Klass,
Amazonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Henry Cow,
H. Thieme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Walker Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
UT,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.