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 Switzerland and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division,
the Swans,
Scan 7,
The American Breed,
Shuggie Otis,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
Nico,
The Wake,
Los Fastidios,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fuzztones,
Stiv Bators,
World's Most,
Depeche Mode,
La Düsseldorf,
Michelle Simonal,
Howard Jones,
Television,
Alphaville,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Organ,
The Red Krayola,
Pole,
Urselle,
Tom Boy,
Derrick Morgan,
Yusef Lateef,
Sound Behaviour,
Crash Course in Science,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
Suicide,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hoover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Trumans Water,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wasted Youth,
Ponytail,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
Lungfish,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Morten Harket,
Gichy Dan,
Tubeway Army,
Byron Stingily,
The Martian,
Scott Walker,
The New Christs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.