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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Depeche Mode to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
The Moleskins,
Moss Icon,
Von Mondo,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Jimmy McGriff,
Iggy Pop,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slick Rick,
B.T. Express,
David McCallum,
The Real Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slits,
Dawn Penn,
D'Angelo,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harmonia,
The Mummies,
Kenny Larkin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eli Mardock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Pus,
Janne Schatter,
Alison Limerick,
David Axelrod,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Copeland,
Khruangbin,
John Holt,
Make Up,
Nick Fraelich,
Section 25,
Aloha Tigers,
Maurizio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City,
Yellowson,
Can,
Howard Jones,
Japan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Guru Guru,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül II,
Tears for Fears,
Suburban Knight,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.