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 Vietnam and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 The Associates to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Malaria!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
EPMD,
Terrestrial Tones,
Talk Talk,
Gabor Szabo,
Underground Resistance,
Roger Hodgson,
Liliput,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tom Boy,
a-ha,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
Negative Approach,
Youth Brigade,
Barry Ungar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neu!,
Erasure,
Brand Nubian,
The Skatalites,
Eric Dolphy,
The Neon Judgement,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Human League,
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter & Gordon,
Maleditus Sound,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Schoolly D,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cybotron,
Nico,
New Age Steppers,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.