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 Tanzania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Ronan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aural Exciters,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
Lalo Schifrin,
James White and The Blacks,
Deepchord,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Reagan Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Copeland,
Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Almond,
Guru Guru,
Danielle Patucci,
La Düsseldorf,
The Leaves,
Delon & Dalcan,
Motorama,
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
In Retrospect,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Whodini,
ABBA,
Buzzcocks,
Q and Not U,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deakin,
Jerry's Kids,
The New Christs,
Grauzone,
Colin Newman,
The Invisible,
The Fuzztones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
A Certain Ratio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June Days,
Ultra Naté,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Altered Images,
Aloha Tigers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Qualms,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.