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 Sudan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Skarface,
Camouflage,
Roger Hodgson,
Blancmange,
Donny Hathaway,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
Dark Day,
U.S. Maple,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Au Pairs,
The Real Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
In Retrospect,
The Trojans,
Icehouse,
Talk Talk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joyce Sims,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Silicon Teens,
Joy Division,
Visage,
cv313,
The Cramps,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
The Skatalites,
The Leaves,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
The Red Krayola,
Deadbeat,
Piero Umiliani,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Danielle Patucci,
Index,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marine Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
The American Breed,
The Modern Lovers,
Main Source,
H. Thieme,
Stereo Dub,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.