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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Davy DMX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Skriet,
Lou Reed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
Sex Pistols,
Man Parrish,
Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names,
The Real Kids,
Essential Logic,
Buzzcocks,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Piero Umiliani,
Stereo Dub,
Jawbox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Severed Heads,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
Gong,
The Mummies,
Ossler,
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers,
Thee Headcoats,
John Foxx,
Soft Machine,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Intrusion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minutemen,
Rekid,
The Dave Clark Five,
KRS-One,
The Velvet Underground,
Boz Scaggs,
Supertramp,
Zapp,
Interpol,
The Fugs,
X-101,
Scan 7,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Wake,
Symarip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Khruangbin,
The Busters,
The Techniques,
Bob Dylan,
Unrelated Segments,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Frankie Knuckles,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.