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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liliput 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonic Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun City Girls,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hoover,
Johnny Osbourne,
L. Decosne,
Ken Boothe,
The Dead C,
Al Stewart,
Arab on Radar,
Whodini,
Archie Shepp,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joensuu 1685,
Sparks,
Pierre Henry,
Malaria!,
Nico,
Funkadelic,
The Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barbara Tucker,
Brick,
Bill Near,
Albert Ayler,
Max Romeo,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joy Division,
ABC,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
AZ,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gun Club,
Slick Rick,
Alphaville,
Warren Ellis,
Yazoo,
Ituana,
Kayak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Happenings,
Scan 7,
Dark Day,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.