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 Liberia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the jazz 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Birthday Party,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
Tubeway Army,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hot Snakes,
Agent Orange,
Camouflage,
Model 500,
The Cramps,
the Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Khruangbin,
Erasure,
Soulsonic Force,
The Kinks,
Josef K,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
Rosa Yemen,
Cymande,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare,
Idris Muhammad,
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monochrome Set,
The Modern Lovers,
Yellowson,
The Offenders,
Technova,
Alison Limerick,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fluxion,
Second Layer,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
Lou Christie,
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL,
The Real Kids,
The Five Americans,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sound,
John Cale,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.