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 Armenia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians,
Interpol,
New Age Steppers,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick Morgan,
Michelle Simonal,
Smog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Kas Product,
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood,
The Knickerbockers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Idris Muhammad,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Bourne,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sound,
Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Near,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Black Dice,
Camouflage,
Chrome,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
Pylon,
The Count Five,
Delta 5,
Japan,
the Normal,
Piero Umiliani,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zapp,
Robert Görl,
Joe Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Depeche Mode,
the Human League,
Black Flag,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alphaville,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.