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 Finland and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grime 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marvin Gaye,
Letta Mbulu,
Wally Richardson,
Brick,
Roxette,
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
Desert Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall,
Wire,
Infiniti,
Iggy Pop,
The Barracudas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bauhaus,
The Zeros,
Second Layer,
Tom Boy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erasure,
Sixth Finger,
T. Rex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
ABBA,
Icehouse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Star Department,
Sam Rivers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Mills,
a-ha,
Ponytail,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eddi Front,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
Lalann,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dark Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cramps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lungfish,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Steve Hackett,
Newcleus,
Amazonics,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drexciya,
Joy Division,
Dawn Penn,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.