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 Croatia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lee Hazlewood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA,
Sound Behaviour,
Au Pairs,
Deadbeat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bush Tetras,
Television Personalities,
Monolake,
David McCallum,
Brothers Johnson,
Lindisfarne,
K-Klass,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sex Pistols,
Kenny Larkin,
Schoolly D,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Sneak,
The Real Kids,
Aswad,
The Red Krayola,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
Bill Wells,
Organ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Music Machine,
Easy Going,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
DNA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Techniques,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quantec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Isaac Hayes,
cv313,
Vainqueur,
John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
the Slits,
Skaos,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Deakin,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.