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 Papua New Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ludus to the grime 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
ABBA,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Modern Lovers,
Technova,
Absolute Body Control,
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange,
Kayak,
Juan Atkins,
Bauhaus,
Porter Ricks,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Skarface,
Charles Mingus,
The Monochrome Set,
Goldenarms,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Yaz,
Brothers Johnson,
Leonard Cohen,
Lucky Dragons,
Fear,
The United States of America,
Hoover,
Erasure,
Pantaleimon,
The Birthday Party,
The Cure,
Arthur Verocai,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blancmange,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
CMW,
Josef K,
Andrew Hill,
Moebius,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moody Blues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echospace,
a-ha,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.