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 Poland and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 Kevin Saunderson to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Names,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mandrill,
The Music Machine,
Quando Quango,
The Birthday Party,
Arthur Verocai,
Jandek,
Desert Stars,
The Fall,
Easy Going,
Grey Daturas,
La Düsseldorf,
Moebius,
Scion,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Fraelich,
Colin Newman,
Lungfish,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
The Human League,
Duran Duran,
Kerri Chandler,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Marvin Gaye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas,
Ice-T,
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
Joyce Sims,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scratch Acid,
Scientists,
Talk Talk,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stetsasonic,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
Arcadia,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
Qualms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television Personalities,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swans,
Ludus,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.