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 Singapore and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Wire to the disco 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Section 25,
Wally Richardson,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Holt,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Outsiders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Associates,
Soulsonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
The Vogues,
Minny Pops,
Panda Bear,
FM Einheit,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May,
Schoolly D,
Buzzcocks,
K-Klass,
Smog,
Organ,
Bobby Sherman,
Lucky Dragons,
Audionom,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Almond,
The Wake,
Bluetip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
B.T. Express,
Minor Threat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boz Scaggs,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultravox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blake Baxter,
Sugar Minott,
Lightning Bolt,
Quando Quango,
Crime,
Terry Callier,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
The Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hoover,
Leonard Cohen,
Minutemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.