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 Nigeria and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Donny Hathaway to the rap 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Harmonia,
Anakelly,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erykah Badu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultravox,
Monks,
Deadbeat,
Marc Almond,
Letta Mbulu,
Organ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter and Kerry,
Tom Boy,
Tubeway Army,
Spoonie Gee,
Warsaw,
The Names,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Brothers Johnson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brick,
Sun Ra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick May,
Popol Vuh,
Steve Hackett,
Magazine,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cameo,
In Retrospect,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gap Band,
Terry Callier,
The Stooges,
Scientists,
The Birthday Party,
Yusef Lateef,
Supertramp,
Eddi Front,
Donald Byrd,
Altered Images,
Pole,
Oblivians,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
Dual Sessions,
Flash Fearless,
The Martian,
Loose Ends,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.