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 Belarus and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Half Japanese to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Mission of Burma,
Rekid,
Porter Ricks,
Howard Jones,
Cybotron,
China Crisis,
The Last Poets,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Wyatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Siglo XX,
Trumans Water,
Graham Central Station,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fela Kuti,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New York Dolls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scratch Acid,
Suburban Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
Don Cherry,
Buzzcocks,
Althea and Donna,
Rapeman,
Country Teasers,
One Last Wish,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Parrish,
Moss Icon,
John Foxx,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Pierre Henry,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mojo Men,
FM Einheit,
The Cure,
Cluster,
Bluetip,
The Smiths,
Fad Gadget,
The Misunderstood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.