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 Azerbaijan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barracudas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Stereo Dub,
Sixth Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sällskapet,
These Immortal Souls,
Make Up,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fuzztones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Angels of Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Shoche,
Barclay James Harvest,
Can,
Scan 7,
Gregory Isaacs,
Little Man,
the Bar-Kays,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Almond,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantytec,
Peter & Gordon,
The Tremeloes,
Skriet,
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Japan,
The Doors,
The Barracudas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Niagra,
Cameo,
The Mummies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
Prince Buster,
Suburban Knight,
T. Rex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
cv313,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Moon,
Hoover,
Parry Music,
The Zeros,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.