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 Marshall Islands and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Visage to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
These Immortal Souls,
The Angels of Light,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boz Scaggs,
Faust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
Rekid,
Minny Pops,
10cc,
La Düsseldorf,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sällskapet,
X-102,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cluster,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Misunderstood,
Monolake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Althea and Donna,
Lakeside,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scrapy,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fuzztones,
David McCallum,
The Smiths,
Minor Threat,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Holt,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiohead,
The Human League,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
Supertramp,
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Anthony Braxton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Fluxion,
Trumans Water,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.