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 Tonga and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Normal to the disco 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dirtbombs,
Camouflage,
Reagan Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
Pierre Henry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moby Grape,
Inner City,
Siglo XX,
The American Breed,
Piero Umiliani,
Technova,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Metal Thangz,
Suburban Knight,
Yazoo,
Joyce Sims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
Kerri Chandler,
Henry Cow,
Monks,
Half Japanese,
Icehouse,
Minny Pops,
Scion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Black Pus,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Görl,
Tom Boy,
Young Marble Giants,
Adolescents,
Guru Guru,
Excepter,
Pantytec,
The Techniques,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.