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 Turkey and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 L. Decosne to the electroclash 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
La Düsseldorf,
Patti Smith,
Pagans,
Alice Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
Bizarre Inc.,
Easy Going,
Warsaw,
Gabor Szabo,
David Axelrod,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Bourne,
Mantronix,
Cybotron,
D'Angelo,
The Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
Dark Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Model 500,
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
Sandy B,
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Dawn Penn,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mad Mike,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool Moe Dee,
New York Dolls,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
The Mummies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
Crispian St. Peters,
Con Funk Shun,
Bluetip,
New Order,
Skarface,
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Goldenarms,
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis,
Gerry Rafferty,
The J.B.'s,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.