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 Singapore and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Althea and Donna to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Metal Thangz,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
Clear Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Prince Buster,
John Cale,
Lalann,
Sandy B,
Iggy Pop,
Mars,
The United States of America,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Essential Logic,
Chrome,
Roxy Music,
Babytalk,
Magma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronan,
Byron Stingily,
Japan,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
Gong,
the Soft Cell,
Franke,
Robert Görl,
Quantec,
The Misunderstood,
Eurythmics,
Yellowson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
Au Pairs,
Negative Approach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Young Rascals,
The Saints,
Rekid,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Terry,
Stiv Bators,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moody Blues,
Junior Murvin,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Darondo,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.