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 Togo and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roxy Music 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
The Litter,
Cluster,
LL Cool J,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Little Man,
The Flesh Eaters,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
Altered Images,
The Stooges,
Inner City,
Delta 5,
Tommy Roe,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
Joe Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Vogues,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Wells,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Birthday Party,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
L. Decosne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
K-Klass,
Los Fastidios,
Yusef Lateef,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skaos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Loose Ends,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.