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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Moss Icon to the crunk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Lebanon Hanover,
Model 500,
Japan,
Freddie Wadling,
Skaos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donny Hathaway,
Fugazi,
Stereo Dub,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
Pierre Henry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
Rod Modell,
Organ,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
The Techniques,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Guru Guru,
Radiopuhelimet,
Leonard Cohen,
Byron Stingily,
Ludus,
Loose Ends,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Intrusion,
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kas Product,
Marvin Gaye,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Mo-Dettes,
Visage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fugs,
R.M.O.,
China Crisis,
Gang Starr,
Nation of Ulysses,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agent Orange,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones,
Dead Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Black Dice,
Banda Bassotti,
The Barracudas,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.