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 Pakistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Saccharine Trust to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
10cc,
Dennis Brown,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slick Rick,
Swell Maps,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bauhaus,
Subhumans,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground,
The Happenings,
David Bowie,
The Last Poets,
The Standells,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Hood,
the Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Connie Case,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
The Trojans,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Green,
Cameo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harmonia,
Intrusion,
Crash Course in Science,
Iggy Pop,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funkadelic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Idris Muhammad,
MDC,
China Crisis,
Mark Hollis,
The Selecter,
John Holt,
Tears for Fears,
Oneida,
PIL,
Nik Kershaw,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
The Young Rascals,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.