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 Cuba and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 James White and The Blacks to the dance 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Grey Daturas,
World's Most,
Shoche,
Kaleidoscope,
Infiniti,
Scientists,
Sun City Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Danielle Patucci,
Agitation Free,
Khruangbin,
X-Ray Spex,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Terry,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Little Man,
Amazonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sparks,
The Cure,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Livin' Joy,
Japan,
Radio Birdman,
The Leaves,
Eddi Front,
The Doobie Brothers,
Niagra,
Blancmange,
Eric Copeland,
Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Fluxion,
Clear Light,
Rites of Spring,
Porter Ricks,
Peter and Kerry,
Fatback Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul Sonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camberwell Now,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.