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 Portugal and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Surgeon,
Dave Gahan,
Sixth Finger,
Moebius,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Certain Ratio,
Stiv Bators,
Adolescents,
New Age Steppers,
Eddi Front,
Banda Bassotti,
Yellowson,
Negative Approach,
The Smiths,
AZ,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Rundgren,
The New Christs,
Angry Samoans,
Groovy Waters,
Barrington Levy,
Nas,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Average White Band,
The Moleskins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Supertramp,
Pierre Henry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Toni Rubio,
The Durutti Column,
Sparks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Franke,
The American Breed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
Tom Boy,
Marc Almond,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cluster,
Rotary Connection,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.