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 Malaysia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the disco 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Suburban Knight,
Sällskapet,
Erasure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Motorama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
The American Breed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Womack,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flipper,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Prince Buster,
Organ,
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scientists,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vainqueur,
Hot Snakes,
Moby Grape,
The Seeds,
Arcadia,
Black Flag,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Searchers,
Section 25,
Man Parrish,
Heaven 17,
One Last Wish,
Pole,
Alphaville,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minutemen,
Ludus,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Star Department,
Lou Christie,
Fat Boys,
John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
The Beau Brummels,
Deakin,
Groovy Waters,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.