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 Romania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flamin' Groovies to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick May,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
The Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sandy B,
Isaac Hayes,
Laurel Aitken,
Kenny Larkin,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
Kas Product,
Tubeway Army,
FM Einheit,
Dennis Brown,
Sarah Menescal,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Wake,
June Days,
KRS-One,
Newcleus,
Warsaw,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
AZ,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
Babytalk,
Howard Jones,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
ABC,
Parry Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lindisfarne,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill,
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Circle Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crash Course in Science,
In Retrospect,
Depeche Mode,
Ludus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
LL Cool J,
The Black Dice,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Residents,
Silicon Teens,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.