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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Associates,
Livin' Joy,
The Dirtbombs,
Howard Jones,
Half Japanese,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Smog,
Gang Green,
Eli Mardock,
Country Teasers,
Pierre Henry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Clear Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Index,
the Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
The Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aural Exciters,
Lightning Bolt,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
Brand Nubian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
Sällskapet,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fluxion,
Qualms,
The Beau Brummels,
Pussy Galore,
Agent Orange,
Con Funk Shun,
R.M.O.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Make Up,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick May,
Bootsy Collins,
H. Thieme,
Slave,
Thompson Twins,
Average White Band,
Q65,
Shoche,
FM Einheit,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.