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 Peru and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Unrelated Segments to the techno 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rod Modell,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Associates,
Boredoms,
David Axelrod,
Quadrant,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fela Kuti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
Tommy Roe,
Newcleus,
Joe Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
New York Dolls,
Ituana,
the Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Organ,
Nico,
Metal Thangz,
The Leaves,
Can,
Deakin,
Drexciya,
B.T. Express,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Dolphy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Angels of Light,
Silicon Teens,
the Germs,
The Count Five,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
Neu!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cecil Taylor,
Duran Duran,
The Remains,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Birthday Party,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Oneida,
DJ Sneak,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantaleimon,
Bauhaus,
The Buckinghams,
EPMD,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.