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 Uzbekistan and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Schoolly D to the dance 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Robert Hood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eurythmics,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Subhumans,
Sparks,
Young Marble Giants,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
Gichy Dan,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funkadelic,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
Fugazi,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
ABC,
Arcadia,
John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Litter,
Essential Logic,
Lyres,
Dark Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Al Stewart,
PIL,
Eric Copeland,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arab on Radar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quando Quango,
R.M.O.,
Roger Hodgson,
Anakelly,
Yaz,
Matthew Bourne,
The Birthday Party,
Lucky Dragons,
David McCallum,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
Skaos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.