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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Christie to the dance 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Organ,
Malaria!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harry Pussy,
Wire,
Franke,
Ohio Players,
Dawn Penn,
the Normal,
Alison Limerick,
Popol Vuh,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
New York Dolls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Pus,
Byron Stingily,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reuben Wilson,
Half Japanese,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs,
Oblivians,
Nico,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Fraelich,
Liliput,
Cluster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swell Maps,
Dead Boys,
Fat Boys,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Goldenarms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
The Gap Band,
David Bowie,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rapeman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.