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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Toasters to the disco 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Clear Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yellowson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
China Crisis,
Goldenarms,
The Busters,
The Mummies,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Dolphy,
Steve Hackett,
Crime,
Harry Pussy,
Bauhaus,
Suburban Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
The Beau Brummels,
The Offenders,
Easy Going,
Smog,
Sister Nancy,
Ten City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Make Up,
Deakin,
The Cowsills,
The Red Krayola,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deepchord,
Fugazi,
EPMD,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terry Callier,
ABBA,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sparks,
Sixth Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Pantytec,
Y Pants,
Qualms,
Interpol,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
David McCallum,
Organ,
The Durutti Column,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lower 48,
Camberwell Now,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.