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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Monochrome Set to the funk 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Dennis Brown,
The Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
H. Thieme,
The New Christs,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller,
The Tremeloes,
Wings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radio Birdman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Talk Talk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Five Americans,
Crime,
Sight & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Ultravox,
Patti Smith,
Stetsasonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Banda Bassotti,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gories,
Thee Headcoats,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pop Group,
Television Personalities,
Niagra,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
X-Ray Spex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Sandy B,
Pylon,
Ponytail,
The Doors,
Nico,
Sparks,
Quadrant,
Gichy Dan,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.