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 Mali and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 F. McDonald to the dance 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Excepter,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Cybotron,
Kaleidoscope,
Visage,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
Bluetip,
Andrew Hill,
Arthur Verocai,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-Ray Spex,
Magazine,
Unwound,
Smog,
Bobby Womack,
The Fall,
The Leaves,
Funkadelic,
Mr. Review,
Banda Bassotti,
Brick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mojo Men,
Vladislav Delay,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy Collins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Rotary Connection,
Joey Negro,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Arab on Radar,
Pierre Henry,
Little Man,
X-101,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June of 44,
Chris Corsano,
Colin Newman,
Bang On A Can,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camouflage,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mission of Burma,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.