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 Liechtenstein and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dark Day to the rock 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
Flash Fearless,
Spandau Ballet,
Drexciya,
Symarip,
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron,
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
Skaos,
Scion,
Leonard Cohen,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amazonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Music Machine,
Von Mondo,
Desert Stars,
Flipper,
The Zeros,
The Searchers,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Dolphy,
Slave,
Idris Muhammad,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unwound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Graham Central Station,
Yaz,
The Moody Blues,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
Brand Nubian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Yellowson,
Pagans,
The Mummies,
The J.B.'s,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.