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 Finland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlback to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Morten Harket,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick Morgan,
Scion,
Henry Cow,
Sound Behaviour,
Nik Kershaw,
Moby Grape,
The Angels of Light,
H. Thieme,
The Real Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unwound,
Kenny Larkin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fugazi,
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
Quando Quango,
Marvin Gaye,
Skarface,
The Dead C,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Theoretical Girls,
The Martian,
The Remains,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker,
Jerry's Kids,
Second Layer,
the Slits,
Rites of Spring,
MC5,
The Leaves,
David McCallum,
Ken Boothe,
Harmonia,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Almond,
Mr. Review,
Ossler,
Television,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Judy Mowatt,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.