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 Togo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Peter & Gordon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scan 7,
Erasure,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-Ray Spex,
Freddie Wadling,
cv313,
Echospace,
Accadde A,
Jacques Brel,
Bush Tetras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
UT,
Scratch Acid,
X-101,
Tears for Fears,
Duran Duran,
Deadbeat,
Pantytec,
The Motions,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wolf Eyes,
Essential Logic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mission of Burma,
Qualms,
Blancmange,
The Move,
The Count Five,
Soul II Soul,
AZ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maurizio,
Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Jacob Miller,
The Litter,
Eurythmics,
Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
New York Dolls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Sight & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scion,
Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Television Personalities,
Liliput,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
China Crisis,
Youth Brigade,
Malaria!,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.