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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Stetsasonic to the rap 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Bronski Beat,
Basic Channel,
Colin Newman,
Wally Richardson,
Tom Boy,
David McCallum,
Rufus Thomas,
Alton Ellis,
Organ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Godley & Creme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
the Human League,
Television,
The Happenings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Babytalk,
T.S.O.L.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mark Hollis,
the Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Stereo Dub,
The Move,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra,
Dead Boys,
Japan,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
Mo-Dettes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Althea and Donna,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Con Funk Shun,
Wire,
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work,
The Fugs,
The Cowsills,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
Vainqueur,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.