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 the UAE and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 FM Einheit to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
Marc Almond,
Fluxion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siglo XX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Malaria!,
The Index,
Japan,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Average White Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Henry Cow,
The Sound,
Alphaville,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter and Kerry,
cv313,
Spoonie Gee,
The Wake,
Thompson Twins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
Whodini,
Bauhaus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
Suburban Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Mills,
The Smiths,
Jacob Miller,
Wolf Eyes,
Dawn Penn,
Ohio Players,
Oblivians,
AZ,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sixth Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Scientists,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Fugazi,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.