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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
Sixth Finger,
Erasure,
Altered Images,
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
Morten Harket,
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ten City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
Nas,
Toni Rubio,
Carl Craig,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minnie Riperton,
Dawn Penn,
Joy Division,
The Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Swans,
The Raincoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minny Pops,
The Index,
Patti Smith,
Al Stewart,
The Remains,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
Ornette Coleman,
Shuggie Otis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wings,
Dennis Brown,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
Little Man,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
UT,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boredoms,
Young Marble Giants,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Michelle Simonal,
Janne Schatter,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.