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 Austria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mandrill to the jazz 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Man Parrish,
Roxette,
Bad Manners,
Lungfish,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris & Cosey,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Can,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Junior Murvin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Easy Going,
Bush Tetras,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül II,
Interpol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacques Brel,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cramps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Make Up,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lightning Bolt,
The Evens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thee Headcoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Toni Rubio,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Wings,
Eric Dolphy,
UT,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nirvana,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
Pylon,
Tres Demented,
Ronan,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry's Kids,
Crooked Eye,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.