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 Swaziland and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Mars to the grunge 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Faust,
Lakeside,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drexciya,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Terry,
Maurizio,
Marine Girls,
The Leaves,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gerry Rafferty,
Simply Red,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Foxx,
One Last Wish,
Television,
The Dead C,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
Derrick May,
La Düsseldorf,
Eyeless In Gaza,
In Retrospect,
The Cowsills,
Davy DMX,
Nik Kershaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Blossom Toes,
Bad Manners,
KRS-One,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
Index,
Urselle,
Wire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
Lower 48,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Knickerbockers,
David Axelrod,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
Quantec,
Heaven 17,
Brick,
T. Rex,
Erasure,
Deadbeat,
Marc Almond,
Babytalk,
Sandy B,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.