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 Ghana and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Aaron Thompson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
ABC,
Nick Fraelich,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Basic Channel,
John Foxx,
R.M.O.,
Livin' Joy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lindisfarne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Sheep,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
The Slits,
The Smiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
Quando Quango,
E-Dancer,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
The Selecter,
Stetsasonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Raincoats,
Dave Gahan,
The Barracudas,
Patti Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Axelrod,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delta 5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warren Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
Supertramp,
Youth Brigade,
Eve St. Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glenn Branca,
Wally Richardson,
Rekid,
Arcadia,
The Monochrome Set,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.