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 South Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Green to the grime 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The American Breed,
X-Ray Spex,
The Index,
CMW,
Alphaville,
The Seeds,
Visage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Slits,
Jandek,
kango's stein massive,
Bronski Beat,
Ludus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker,
Siglo XX,
Isaac Hayes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Newcleus,
The Grass Roots,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris Corsano,
Simply Red,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABC,
Sällskapet,
The Dead C,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Minny Pops,
Severed Heads,
Stereo Dub,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
Subhumans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Danielle Patucci,
Sight & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
The Techniques,
The Raincoats,
Al Stewart,
Q and Not U,
F. McDonald,
Rekid,
Negative Approach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zapp,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
The Beau Brummels,
Deadbeat,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.