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 Canada and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Red Krayola to the jazz 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
Fatback Band,
Ponytail,
Harry Pussy,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
The Offenders,
The Walker Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
Reagan Youth,
Alphaville,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Qualms,
Neu!,
The Victims,
Lakeside,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
The Golliwogs,
Piero Umiliani,
Nils Olav,
Pole,
Underground Resistance,
Infiniti,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller,
These Immortal Souls,
Ken Boothe,
the Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
Mission of Burma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones,
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warren Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Scan 7,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mr. Review,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams,
L. Decosne,
Severed Heads,
Quantec,
The Grass Roots,
Ronnie Foster,
Smog,
X-101,
Graham Central Station,
The Move,
Mo-Dettes,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.