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 Chad and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lakeside to the electroclash 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Spandau Ballet,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harry Pussy,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
Moebius,
The Stooges,
The Gories,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Kas Product,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Index,
Babytalk,
Basic Channel,
Agent Orange,
The Associates,
Saccharine Trust,
The Music Machine,
Alphaville,
Spoonie Gee,
Judy Mowatt,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Human League,
Roxette,
Robert Görl,
Urselle,
Cymande,
Lower 48,
Laurel Aitken,
The Velvet Underground,
Average White Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
The Move,
Bill Near,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names,
Fela Kuti,
Brick,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visage,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
the Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.