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 Trinidad & Tobago and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Desert Stars to the rock 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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?
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aural Exciters,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
Graham Central Station,
Erasure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tubeway Army,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
Pole,
The Residents,
Joey Negro,
Sight & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
The Star Department,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neu!,
Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Rotary Connection,
LL Cool J,
Smog,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick May,
James White and The Blacks,
Suburban Knight,
The Smoke,
the Swans,
Archie Shepp,
The Move,
Dead Boys,
Ituana,
The Real Kids,
Jandek,
MDC,
Sound Behaviour,
Lucky Dragons,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
a-ha,
Bob Dylan,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
Icehouse,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.