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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Josef K to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Lower 48,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cameo,
Anthony Braxton,
ABBA,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thee Headcoats,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Sherman,
Piero Umiliani,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angry Samoans,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
The Standells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Laurel Aitken,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Circle Jerks,
ABC,
Moby Grape,
Ludus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Motorama,
Flash Fearless,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill,
Desert Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Graham Central Station,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Loose Ends,
Bob Dylan,
Brick,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Intrusion,
Eden Ahbez,
Bad Manners,
Rekid,
Bobby Womack,
Ohio Players,
The Busters,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
The Associates,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lindisfarne,
Terry Callier,
Deepchord,
Organ,
The Birthday Party,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.