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 Mexico and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Nik Kershaw to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Buzzcocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
Howard Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill,
Accadde A,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
Model 500,
The Residents,
Roxy Music,
The Pop Group,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zapp,
Funky Four + One,
Sister Nancy,
Quando Quango,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
Camberwell Now,
The Velvet Underground,
Moebius,
Roxette,
Albert Ayler,
The Pretty Things,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Bourne,
Toni Rubio,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
John Holt,
Das Ding,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
OOIOO,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
World's Most,
The Fall,
Warren Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Alphaville,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.