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 Singapore and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Depeche Mode to the dance 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Siglo XX,
Glenn Branca,
Lower 48,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Los Fastidios,
Yaz,
The Real Kids,
The Pop Group,
Technova,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
Charles Mingus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
K-Klass,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
Steve Hackett,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sound Behaviour,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
ABC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grauzone,
Youth Brigade,
Theoretical Girls,
LL Cool J,
Faust,
Mr. Review,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Sheep,
Magazine,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
Clear Light,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy Collins,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultravox,
Con Funk Shun,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantytec,
Camberwell Now,
The Tremeloes,
Ken Boothe,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.