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 Slovenia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Boz Scaggs to the crunk 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Gang Starr,
Barry Ungar,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fortunes,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Newcleus,
The Pretty Things,
Ultravox,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Half Japanese,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Parrish,
The Evens,
Glenn Branca,
AZ,
Visage,
Barbara Tucker,
Nirvana,
Cymande,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magma,
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band,
Funky Four + One,
the Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Arthur Verocai,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
Fluxion,
The Black Dice,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David McCallum,
Josef K,
Second Layer,
Connie Case,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hasil Adkins,
Minutemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang of Four,
New Order,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
Yusef Lateef,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neu!,
Pylon,
Livin' Joy,
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.