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 Equatorial Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-Ray Spex to the funk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
MDC,
The Techniques,
Joy Division,
The Motions,
Khruangbin,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
Sandy B,
Subhumans,
DJ Style,
Yellowson,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Young Rascals,
Japan,
Sarah Menescal,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
Little Man,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry's Kids,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
Joey Negro,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Kas Product,
Blossom Toes,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
Harry Pussy,
The Real Kids,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
Au Pairs,
Cymande,
The Doors,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tom Boy,
Sällskapet,
Lungfish,
Mr. Review,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.