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 Poland and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bill Wells 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Style,
The Mojo Men,
Angry Samoans,
OOIOO,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
cv313,
Surgeon,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl,
Cybotron,
Zapp,
The Dead C,
Todd Rundgren,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
UT,
Rotary Connection,
The Blues Magoos,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
Kenny Larkin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hashim,
Howard Jones,
Arab on Radar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funky Four + One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
K-Klass,
Thompson Twins,
Juan Atkins,
Skriet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
Crooked Eye,
Soulsonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Average White Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Susan Cadogan,
Carl Craig,
The Grass Roots,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
Marine Girls,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.