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 Pakistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Roxy Music to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Aaron Thompson,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Toasters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kenny Larkin,
Cybotron,
the Association,
Wasted Youth,
Motorama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aloha Tigers,
John Lydon,
Popol Vuh,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Khruangbin,
Roxette,
Trumans Water,
Hashim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Rundgren,
Warsaw,
Lyres,
Kaleidoscope,
Groovy Waters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pagans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quando Quango,
Howard Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Blake Baxter,
Porter Ricks,
Wings,
The Litter,
Whodini,
Von Mondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Inner City,
Mantronix,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Massinfluence,
Max Romeo,
Technova,
Television,
Harmonia,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sound,
ABC,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.