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 Eritrea and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bobby Womack to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Yaz,
Q65,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
The Names,
Barbara Tucker,
Ponytail,
Skaos,
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick May,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Teasers,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
Terry Callier,
The Tremeloes,
The Kinks,
Nils Olav,
Man Parrish,
Motorama,
Loose Ends,
JFA,
DJ Sneak,
Jacob Miller,
Sällskapet,
LL Cool J,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association,
Al Stewart,
Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Young Rascals,
Ultravox,
The United States of America,
Reagan Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pole,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blackbyrds,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.