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 New Zealand and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Barrington Levy to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Niagra,
The Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rotary Connection,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dave Gahan,
Second Layer,
Alison Limerick,
Juan Atkins,
This Heat,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
Monolake,
Fat Boys,
the Association,
Sparks,
The Moleskins,
Goldenarms,
The Happenings,
Thee Headcoats,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne,
Pylon,
Derrick May,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Style,
Stetsasonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
Scientists,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon,
Joy Division,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delta 5,
Rufus Thomas,
The Standells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
The Motions,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thompson Twins,
The Slits,
The Victims,
Livin' Joy,
Piero Umiliani,
The United States of America,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.