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 Korea South and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zapp to the disco 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warren Ellis,
MDC,
Porter Ricks,
Sam Rivers,
Reuben Wilson,
Cymande,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Halsall,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry's Kids,
Accadde A,
The Pop Group,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul II Soul,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players,
Los Fastidios,
Thompson Twins,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
The Beau Brummels,
Jimmy McGriff,
This Heat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Circle Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
Das Ding,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Sherman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scrapy,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Juan Atkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Depeche Mode,
Ossler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.