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 New Zealand and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Gun Club to the techno 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Man Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Quadrant,
The Barracudas,
Sällskapet,
Patti Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Ken Boothe,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Faraquet,
Marvin Gaye,
Scientists,
The Cure,
The Residents,
Pantaleimon,
Scan 7,
June of 44,
Black Pus,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Motorama,
Kenny Larkin,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Absolute Body Control,
Rapeman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
X-102,
Monks,
One Last Wish,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken,
Mission of Burma,
Swell Maps,
Pulsallama,
A Certain Ratio,
Minnie Riperton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Judy Mowatt,
FM Einheit,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Soulsonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
The Busters,
Soul II Soul,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.