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 Madagascar and from London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Intrusion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Talk Talk,
Kaleidoscope,
the Fania All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flash Fearless,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
Glenn Branca,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mantronix,
The Toasters,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
The Durutti Column,
Altered Images,
Bobby Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
Magma,
New Age Steppers,
Underground Resistance,
Gabor Szabo,
Fat Boys,
June Days,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultra Naté,
Patti Smith,
Oblivians,
Arcadia,
Funky Four + One,
Don Cherry,
LL Cool J,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James White and The Blacks,
Buzzcocks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Agent Orange,
The Golliwogs,
John Foxx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lucky Dragons,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Skatalites,
Pylon,
MC5,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.