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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Don Cherry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
The Gun Club,
The Cramps,
John Lydon,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
Davy DMX,
Black Sheep,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moleskins,
Desert Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
Pulsallama,
Television,
Funky Four + One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
Lou Christie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June Days,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flipper,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Womack,
Pussy Galore,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
Adolescents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moss Icon,
Dawn Penn,
Make Up,
a-ha,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mad Mike,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
kango's stein massive,
The Walker Brothers,
The Barracudas,
The Fortunes,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Charles Mingus,
Anakelly,
the Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.