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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Index to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Crooked Eye,
Icehouse,
Fela Kuti,
New Order,
Theoretical Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
The Mojo Men,
Rekid,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
Gabor Szabo,
Pole,
Qualms,
Skarface,
Kaleidoscope,
These Immortal Souls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Intrusion,
Dawn Penn,
Man Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
X-Ray Spex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Bourne,
John Foxx,
Camouflage,
Arab on Radar,
Kenny Larkin,
Erykah Badu,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
Inner City,
Easy Going,
the Association,
The Mummies,
Basic Channel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.