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 Nauru and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kaleidoscope to the grime 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Mars,
The Trojans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Fat Boys,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Finger,
Deakin,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiohead,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minor Threat,
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Franke,
Max Romeo,
Tears for Fears,
The United States of America,
Sight & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
The Tremeloes,
Cal Tjader,
Cluster,
Black Flag,
Faraquet,
Dual Sessions,
Japan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sixth Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Tres Demented,
Model 500,
Ossler,
Visage,
Pulsallama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Near,
a-ha,
Magazine,
Dennis Brown,
Liliput,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip,
Gong,
ABC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Anakelly,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blackbyrds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Judy Mowatt,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.