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 Moldova and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Ituana to the disco 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Yazoo,
Scientists,
The Raincoats,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Halsall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
Slick Rick,
Amazonics,
Howard Jones,
The Associates,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Los Fastidios,
The Birthday Party,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
Massinfluence,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scrapy,
Pet Shop Boys,
DNA,
Tears for Fears,
The United States of America,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doors,
Main Source,
Fear,
The American Breed,
Pole,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Seeds,
Intrusion,
K-Klass,
Skriet,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Tremeloes,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
David Bowie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris Corsano,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.