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 Chad and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 John Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Hashim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gabor Szabo,
Joey Negro,
Alison Limerick,
Lindisfarne,
Minutemen,
ABBA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
Flipper,
Quantec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Patti Smith,
The Techniques,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
Bob Dylan,
Piero Umiliani,
Von Mondo,
Wire,
Bobby Sherman,
The New Christs,
Lakeside,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doors,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultravox,
Interpol,
Au Pairs,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
Jacques Brel,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
New Order,
Avey Tare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scientists,
Lou Christie,
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agent Orange,
The Gap Band,
Maurizio,
Moss Icon,
Eric Copeland,
D'Angelo,
Scion,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick May,
Delta 5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Babytalk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cymande,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.