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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Arab on Radar to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Vainqueur,
the Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hasil Adkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Carl Craig,
The Leaves,
Robert Görl,
Los Fastidios,
Brand Nubian,
B.T. Express,
John Lydon,
U.S. Maple,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
Alton Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unwound,
Bluetip,
Sister Nancy,
H. Thieme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amazonics,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
Blossom Toes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scientists,
Pantaleimon,
Gichy Dan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Parry Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
Albert Ayler,
The Birthday Party,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.