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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Maurizio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
Lalann,
Mars,
Hardrive,
Fluxion,
The Grass Roots,
Easy Going,
The Fugs,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Urselle,
John Lydon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eurythmics,
Freddie Wadling,
Faraquet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
Lungfish,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Siglo XX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Almond,
Q65,
Bob Dylan,
the Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mr. Review,
Arab on Radar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
Sex Pistols,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonic Youth,
Parry Music,
10cc,
Section 25,
cv313,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Görl,
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T,
The Cramps,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare,
Von Mondo,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.