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 Uganda and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 X-102 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eden Ahbez,
Royal Trux,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slackers,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
Essential Logic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
The Victims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Subhumans,
Susan Cadogan,
Simply Red,
Das Ding,
Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
The Associates,
Roxette,
Masters at Work,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Bananas,
Slave,
Lucky Dragons,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Fat Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
Skarface,
This Heat,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Litter,
Iggy Pop,
Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Interpol,
Hardrive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fluxion,
Jacob Miller,
Bauhaus,
the Slits,
Monolake,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.