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 Colombia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 E-Dancer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Lydon,
Sight & Sound,
Wire,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
K-Klass,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warren Ellis,
Average White Band,
The Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minny Pops,
Groovy Waters,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
The Toasters,
Radiohead,
Scientists,
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
T. Rex,
The Saints,
Lower 48,
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The J.B.'s,
Chris & Cosey,
The Red Krayola,
Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Circle Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Yaz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
The Vogues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Walker Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-102,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.