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 Gabon and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 JFA to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Görl,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funkadelic,
Sex Pistols,
Porter Ricks,
The Music Machine,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
Fluxion,
The Martian,
Fela Kuti,
New Order,
U.S. Maple,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
Slick Rick,
Severed Heads,
Accadde A,
The Fugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pere Ubu,
The Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Boredoms,
Crooked Eye,
Warsaw,
The Names,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yazoo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Human League,
Fear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cure,
Laurel Aitken,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rotary Connection,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Colin Newman,
The Moleskins,
The Zeros,
Suburban Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
Guru Guru,
Niagra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Flesh Eaters,
Goldenarms,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.