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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Angry Samoans to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II,
Ultravox,
Kurtis Blow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Saints,
Das Ding,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
Derrick May,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scrapy,
Suicide,
Lou Reed,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
Cheater Slicks,
the Association,
Oblivians,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blancmange,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
The Stooges,
Anthony Braxton,
Audionom,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
Radio Birdman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marvin Gaye,
Stereo Dub,
Fluxion,
Freddie Wadling,
Suburban Knight,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
Public Enemy,
Barrington Levy,
Basic Channel,
Man Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rekid,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.