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 Finland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Toni Rubio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Parry Music,
Quando Quango,
Kayak,
Soul II Soul,
Fluxion,
John Holt,
Outsiders,
DJ Style,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Ronnie Foster,
Urselle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lower 48,
Bauhaus,
Hashim,
Junior Murvin,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Moon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MDC,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket,
CMW,
the Association,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camberwell Now,
Mandrill,
Black Pus,
Bush Tetras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eden Ahbez,
Fear,
The Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius,
ABBA,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
Circle Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Todd Terry,
Skaos,
Malaria!,
The Smoke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dawn Penn,
Television,
Wally Richardson,
The Fortunes,
a-ha,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.