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 Marshall Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Knickerbockers to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Tubeway Army,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Finger,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
Magazine,
The Index,
Slave,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joey Negro,
Graham Central Station,
The Trojans,
Bluetip,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bob Dylan,
Mark Hollis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
L. Decosne,
Delta 5,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lindisfarne,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
Crooked Eye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Idris Muhammad,
Malaria!,
Symarip,
Sun Ra,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agitation Free,
Surgeon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
Vainqueur,
Marmalade,
The Offenders,
Can,
Harry Pussy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lyres,
Ornette Coleman,
Gabor Szabo,
Barbara Tucker,
Liliput,
the Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.