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 Micronesia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Marc Almond to the electroclash 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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Standells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
The Litter,
Roxette,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
EPMD,
The Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Wake,
Tres Demented,
David Axelrod,
Toni Rubio,
Dual Sessions,
Al Stewart,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Near,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
Connie Case,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
China Crisis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Vogues,
Fugazi,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cymande,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
Mars,
Quantec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Throbbing Gristle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aloha Tigers,
Marmalade,
Boz Scaggs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Index,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad,
Lyres,
Angry Samoans,
B.T. Express,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.