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 Djibouti and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 cv313 to the techno 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultravox,
Radio Birdman,
La Düsseldorf,
Laurel Aitken,
Donald Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Massinfluence,
Byron Stingily,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
Soul II Soul,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Barracudas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Model 500,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Adolescents,
Young Marble Giants,
Joey Negro,
Television,
Lindisfarne,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-102,
Minutemen,
a-ha,
Joyce Sims,
Anthony Braxton,
Crime,
UT,
The Remains,
the Sonics,
Yellowson,
Fear,
Sonic Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Aural Exciters,
Patti Smith,
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget,
Rekid,
The Seeds,
LL Cool J,
The Slackers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tres Demented,
CMW,
Susan Cadogan,
Marine Girls,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.