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 Fiji and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Skriet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Icehouse,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sandy B,
Eurythmics,
Susan Cadogan,
Hashim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
T.S.O.L.,
Dawn Penn,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
Aaron Thompson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Foxx,
Grey Daturas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
X-Ray Spex,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masters at Work,
The Happenings,
Erykah Badu,
Dennis Brown,
The Mummies,
Freddie Wadling,
Carl Craig,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oneida,
48th St. Collective,
Quantec,
David Axelrod,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Mars,
Lakeside,
Tommy Roe,
Arthur Verocai,
Talk Talk,
Make Up,
Motorama,
Saccharine Trust,
E-Dancer,
Joyce Sims,
Zero Boys,
Clear Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Theoretical Girls,
Cluster,
Slick Rick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.