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 Brunei and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Japan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans,
Pantaleimon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The American Breed,
Eden Ahbez,
Zapp,
Sister Nancy,
Ken Boothe,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
Bang On A Can,
John Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Judy Mowatt,
Fela Kuti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy Collins,
Sex Pistols,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
Chris & Cosey,
Porter Ricks,
Ultravox,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brand Nubian,
Arcadia,
Graham Central Station,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
The Toasters,
The United States of America,
The Misunderstood,
Sun City Girls,
The Five Americans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fluxion,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.