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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Jawbox,
Gang Green,
K-Klass,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
The Litter,
Half Japanese,
The Associates,
Fugazi,
Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Guru Guru,
Schoolly D,
Aaron Thompson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Shadows of Knight,
L. Decosne,
The Smiths,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker,
The Trojans,
The Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Davy DMX,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
Sam Rivers,
Warsaw,
Moss Icon,
Parry Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
Dead Boys,
Scion,
Absolute Body Control,
Gabor Szabo,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Basic Channel,
Donny Hathaway,
Make Up,
Derrick May,
Zapp,
FM Einheit,
PIL,
Popol Vuh,
Charles Mingus,
Hasil Adkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thompson Twins,
Bad Manners,
Ossler,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.