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 Mali and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
Pylon,
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
The Fugs,
Rekid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grey Daturas,
Jandek,
Sam Rivers,
Technova,
Chris & Cosey,
Susan Cadogan,
New Order,
Moss Icon,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gladiators,
Ituana,
The Real Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Alison Limerick,
Easy Going,
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
Blancmange,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gap Band,
The Pretty Things,
Lucky Dragons,
Sight & Sound,
Suicide,
Lalo Schifrin,
UT,
Goldenarms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mummies,
Max Romeo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bad Manners,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marshall Jefferson,
R.M.O.,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cure,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
Faust,
Parry Music,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.