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 Lebanon and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 The Walker Brothers to the techno 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skaos,
Rekid,
Howard Jones,
Easy Going,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
Infiniti,
the Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
The Doobie Brothers,
EPMD,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Excepter,
The Star Department,
John Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pretty Things,
The Wake,
PIL,
Brothers Johnson,
Faraquet,
AZ,
Sister Nancy,
Scan 7,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
Erasure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker,
Quando Quango,
Lyres,
Camouflage,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Halsall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doors,
The Fugs,
Bill Wells,
Yazoo,
X-Ray Spex,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
Barrington Levy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-102,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.