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 Qatar and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Jeff Lynne,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
Swans,
Cluster,
Ten City,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Albert Ayler,
The Tremeloes,
The Stooges,
Derrick Morgan,
Lakeside,
Jerry's Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Pole,
The Martian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Toasters,
Depeche Mode,
Ituana,
The Buckinghams,
Goldenarms,
The Slits,
B.T. Express,
Duran Duran,
the Normal,
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
Banda Bassotti,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
Bluetip,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Görl,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Age Steppers,
Ultra Naté,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Offenders,
The Walker Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Starr,
Joe Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.