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 Uganda and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 The Walker Brothers to the rap 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Christie,
Steve Hackett,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
Soft Machine,
The Pop Group,
Los Fastidios,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Toasters,
Lungfish,
Masters at Work,
Cal Tjader,
The Pretty Things,
Smog,
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps,
Sun City Girls,
Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
Country Teasers,
The Standells,
Alice Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Depeche Mode,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dirtbombs,
Prince Buster,
The Invisible,
The Gun Club,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scan 7,
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
Todd Terry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxy Music,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pole,
Lalann,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott Heron,
E-Dancer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kayak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mandrill,
Deepchord,
Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.