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 Brunei and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Wire to the dance 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Ossler,
Radio Birdman,
New York Dolls,
Black Bananas,
KRS-One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
Desert Stars,
Darondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Franke,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti,
PIL,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Panda Bear,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Terry,
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David McCallum,
Neu!,
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
Cymande,
Pierre Henry,
the Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Silicon Teens,
Fatback Band,
Roxette,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erasure,
Freddie Wadling,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Babytalk,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.