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 Peru and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 CMW to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bronski Beat,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
Section 25,
UT,
Eric B and Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Black Bananas,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül,
Kas Product,
The American Breed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy Collins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Kinks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moleskins,
The Fall,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacob Miller,
Stiv Bators,
The Alarm Clocks,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
The Move,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drexciya,
Duran Duran,
Donald Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Lindisfarne,
Sun City Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Ossler,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul II Soul,
Crash Course in Science,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
Kayak,
Ultravox,
Absolute Body Control,
Organ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deakin,
The Smoke,
Freddie Wadling,
Sam Rivers,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.