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 Singapore and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aloha Tigers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Angels of Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Albert Ayler,
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
Simply Red,
The Golliwogs,
One Last Wish,
Brick,
Mo-Dettes,
John Lydon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pole,
the Normal,
David Axelrod,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cramps,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy Collins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Babytalk,
The Move,
These Immortal Souls,
Gong,
The Young Rascals,
Deakin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Excepter,
Aswad,
Cal Tjader,
Yazoo,
Isaac Hayes,
Talk Talk,
Eve St. Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Kas Product,
Country Teasers,
Don Cherry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Urselle,
The Residents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eddi Front,
Malaria!,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
Camberwell Now,
Moby Grape,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.