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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Arthur Verocai to the electroclash 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
DJ Sneak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
Derrick May,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Second Layer,
Faust,
Panda Bear,
Eurythmics,
The Cramps,
Joe Finger,
Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Icehouse,
Camouflage,
Bootsy Collins,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slick Rick,
the Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sight & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reuben Wilson,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
New Order,
Rekid,
Animal Collective,
Das Ding,
Harmonia,
Anakelly,
The Birthday Party,
Aural Exciters,
Babytalk,
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul II Soul,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Trojans,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Human League,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cheater Slicks,
Rites of Spring,
Camberwell Now,
The Beau Brummels,
Magazine,
H. Thieme,
Theoretical Girls,
Dark Day,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.