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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Delon & Dalcan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
June of 44,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
R.M.O.,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agent Orange,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Organ,
Motorama,
Brand Nubian,
Mandrill,
H. Thieme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nirvana,
Peter and Kerry,
Von Mondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Misunderstood,
Altered Images,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Ludus,
Skriet,
The Index,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Near,
Average White Band,
Yaz,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
Niagra,
Vainqueur,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lightning Bolt,
Stereo Dub,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
New Age Steppers,
Erasure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Red Krayola,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.