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 Israel and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Searchers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode,
David Bowie,
Ohio Players,
The Slits,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Womack,
Ludus,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
Tres Demented,
Ultra Naté,
Archie Shepp,
Zapp,
Mo-Dettes,
Drexciya,
Ultravox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roger Hodgson,
John Holt,
The Names,
Scion,
Clear Light,
Audionom,
the Association,
Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Barracudas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Barry Ungar,
Saccharine Trust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lindisfarne,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young,
10cc,
Symarip,
Underground Resistance,
Minny Pops,
Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Altered Images,
Make Up,
Alice Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
Pagans,
Harry Pussy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Quantec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
Organ,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.