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 Japan and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Suburban Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Standells,
Tubeway Army,
Wasted Youth,
Fear,
DJ Style,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Normal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
Depeche Mode,
Cecil Taylor,
The New Christs,
Aural Exciters,
Second Layer,
Organ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
JFA,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-102,
Inner City,
Morten Harket,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Swans,
Prince Buster,
The Moleskins,
Metal Thangz,
Minnie Riperton,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
Desert Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Bad Manners,
Wire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Japan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doors,
Can,
Gong,
Neil Young,
MC5,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pagans,
Nick Fraelich,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxy Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
Jerry's Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood,
Quantec,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.