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 Tanzania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 DJ Style to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
LL Cool J,
Pierre Henry,
Iggy Pop,
The United States of America,
Procol Harum,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Moon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
D'Angelo,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
Tom Boy,
Wire,
The Victims,
The New Christs,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
Mandrill,
Matthew Halsall,
Supertramp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Althea and Donna,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Stooges,
Nico,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
The Last Poets,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
Barrington Levy,
Sight & Sound,
The Techniques,
Ultra Naté,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red,
Rod Modell,
The Sound,
The Remains,
Laurel Aitken,
The Names,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rosa Yemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Basic Channel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.