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 Barbados and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Bluetip to the jazz 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Basic Channel,
Crash Course in Science,
Tom Boy,
Warren Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scientists,
Soft Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker,
The Grass Roots,
Piero Umiliani,
Interpol,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Youth Brigade,
DNA,
The Walker Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Livin' Joy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zapp,
Magma,
Minny Pops,
Surgeon,
Ornette Coleman,
Pagans,
Derrick May,
cv313,
Black Sheep,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris Corsano,
John Lydon,
Lalann,
Gastr Del Sol,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Connie Case,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camberwell Now,
Prince Buster,
Second Layer,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
Blake Baxter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joensuu 1685,
David McCallum,
Joey Negro,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.