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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Reuben Wilson to the punk 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Style,
Ohio Players,
Rapeman,
Rites of Spring,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
Blossom Toes,
Godley & Creme,
Connie Case,
Infiniti,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
Gong,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
Scion,
Lou Christie,
Bill Near,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Toasters,
Sex Pistols,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skaos,
Nik Kershaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Enemy,
The Five Americans,
Index,
The Birthday Party,
Shuggie Otis,
Swell Maps,
Theoretical Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Talk Talk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quantec,
Altered Images,
Slick Rick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
World's Most,
Accadde A,
Barrington Levy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.