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 Comoros and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pet Shop Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Sällskapet,
Eve St. Jones,
Flash Fearless,
The Fuzztones,
Tubeway Army,
X-102,
Sun Ra,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiohead,
The Misunderstood,
Albert Ayler,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
Quadrant,
Crispian St. Peters,
Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lakeside,
Kool Moe Dee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joy Division,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crooked Eye,
Unrelated Segments,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
Ponytail,
The Black Dice,
DJ Style,
Panda Bear,
Soft Machine,
Yazoo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Holt,
The Standells,
The Cure,
The Remains,
Pantaleimon,
The Knickerbockers,
Smog,
Rapeman,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare,
Section 25,
Roxette,
Moebius,
Stiv Bators,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantytec,
Jeff Lynne,
Pulsallama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.