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 New Zealand and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fad Gadget to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Ken Boothe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
The Black Dice,
Wally Richardson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers,
Black Sheep,
The Searchers,
Charles Mingus,
The Gap Band,
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter,
Goldenarms,
The Fortunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marvin Gaye,
Massinfluence,
Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
a-ha,
Warsaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Dave Gahan,
Darondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Altered Images,
Scientists,
Yellowson,
Blancmange,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick May,
The Red Krayola,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Style,
ABBA,
The Blues Magoos,
Bizarre Inc.,
In Retrospect,
Maurizio,
Crash Course in Science,
Section 25,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
Monolake,
Todd Rundgren,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.