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 Italy and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Subhumans,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
Shuggie Otis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Juan Atkins,
Minor Threat,
Rekid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
Youth Brigade,
Bronski Beat,
a-ha,
DJ Style,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
Dual Sessions,
Tubeway Army,
Swell Maps,
B.T. Express,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hardrive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shoche,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABBA,
Josef K,
Simply Red,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eddi Front,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delta 5,
Erykah Badu,
Barrington Levy,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Royal Trux,
the Germs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
Wire,
Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
the Soft Cell,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.