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 East Timor and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 The Divine Comedy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Swans,
Dave Gahan,
The Move,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
Tommy Roe,
Godley & Creme,
Aural Exciters,
Delta 5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Idris Muhammad,
Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crime,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues,
Derrick Morgan,
Quantec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Bananas,
Lakeside,
Jeff Mills,
Ronan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cybotron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick May,
Accadde A,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Angry Samoans,
the Slits,
ABBA,
Motorama,
Chrome,
Zero Boys,
Whodini,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Organ,
JFA,
Cymande,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Althea and Donna,
Piero Umiliani,
Duran Duran,
Marine Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.