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 Libya and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Lyres to the techno 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan 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?
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
JFA,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Real Kids,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wings,
The Beau Brummels,
The Vogues,
One Last Wish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül,
Barrington Levy,
Lungfish,
Nils Olav,
Mark Hollis,
Freddie Wadling,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Clear Light,
The Remains,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Accadde A,
Loose Ends,
Underground Resistance,
Essential Logic,
Metal Thangz,
The Sonics,
Skaos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nas,
Fat Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dead C,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scientists,
F. McDonald,
The Moleskins,
Sarah Menescal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.