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 Kuwait and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 The Walker Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skarface,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerri Chandler,
Toni Rubio,
Ronnie Foster,
Unwound,
Au Pairs,
Sugar Minott,
The Index,
Dennis Brown,
Massinfluence,
Pet Shop Boys,
UT,
Radio Birdman,
Jimmy McGriff,
These Immortal Souls,
Echospace,
Pantytec,
John Foxx,
Mad Mike,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Average White Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monolake,
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blossom Toes,
Lakeside,
Buzzcocks,
the Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
The Blackbyrds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heaven 17,
Jerry's Kids,
Scan 7,
Mark Hollis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Raincoats,
The Fortunes,
Derrick May,
Kaleidoscope,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Evens,
Bluetip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Juan Atkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Josef K,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
the Normal,
Bad Manners,
Byron Stingily,
Tubeway Army,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.