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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Supertramp 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mandrill,
Althea and Donna,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Das Ding,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Foxx,
Pantaleimon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monks,
Ultravox,
Qualms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Circle Jerks,
Mantronix,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Fatback Band,
CMW,
Yaz,
Junior Murvin,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
Absolute Body Control,
Scientists,
U.S. Maple,
Dawn Penn,
Connie Case,
Deadbeat,
Silicon Teens,
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
Carl Craig,
Shoche,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
Marshall Jefferson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Residents,
ABC,
Sällskapet,
David Bowie,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.