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 Cyprus and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 John Foxx to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Spandau Ballet,
Quantec,
Eurythmics,
China Crisis,
Goldenarms,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Style,
Quadrant,
Whodini,
John Holt,
Todd Terry,
Technova,
The Blues Magoos,
Tubeway Army,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
The Trojans,
The Fuzztones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Prince Buster,
Half Japanese,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
10cc,
Cybotron,
Funky Four + One,
Heaven 17,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
Fatback Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantaleimon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronan,
The Gladiators,
Chris & Cosey,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
E-Dancer,
The Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Count Five,
Youth Brigade,
Spoonie Gee,
Graham Central Station,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
the Slits,
The Stooges,
The Happenings,
Byron Stingily,
F. McDonald,
Second Layer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.