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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Altered Images to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blake Baxter,
Buzzcocks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Animal Collective,
B.T. Express,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barry Ungar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brass Construction,
This Heat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
AZ,
D'Angelo,
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang of Four,
Ohio Players,
The Fugs,
Radiohead,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
Tears for Fears,
Main Source,
Arab on Radar,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Clarke,
Alice Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
FM Einheit,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
Moebius,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants,
Bauhaus,
Lou Christie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Procol Harum,
Vainqueur,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.