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 Jordan and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Talk Talk to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Kaleidoscope,
The Velvet Underground,
Deakin,
Don Cherry,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Associates,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marmalade,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover,
Josef K,
Von Mondo,
Organ,
The Evens,
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Mission of Burma,
Camberwell Now,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Divine Comedy,
Parry Music,
Black Moon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warren Ellis,
Ronan,
Babytalk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Morten Harket,
Ohio Players,
Aaron Thompson,
The Wake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
kango's stein massive,
L. Decosne,
Mark Hollis,
The Moody Blues,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
Cluster,
Warsaw,
The Gap Band,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.