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 the UAE and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the disco 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Das Ding,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Toni Rubio,
Silicon Teens,
PIL,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harry Pussy,
Fear,
Vainqueur,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
Procol Harum,
The Walker Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Tomorrow,
cv313,
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moody Blues,
Yellowson,
JFA,
Colin Newman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
Al Stewart,
June of 44,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
China Crisis,
Crime,
Bush Tetras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Tremeloes,
Alison Limerick,
The Evens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fire Engines,
Mars,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter and Kerry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agitation Free,
Scion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slave,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.