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 Antigua and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Zapp to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Jacob Miller,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kaleidoscope,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
Nirvana,
The Cure,
Bronski Beat,
Kayak,
Dorothy Ashby,
The American Breed,
The Music Machine,
Supertramp,
John Holt,
Roxette,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Severed Heads,
Pantaleimon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
Bluetip,
Warsaw,
Kas Product,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jandek,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ituana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Little Man,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pagans,
The Skatalites,
The Angels of Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
One Last Wish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aloha Tigers,
Camberwell Now,
Hashim,
Whodini,
New York Dolls,
Kerri Chandler,
Carl Craig,
Ultravox,
Mandrill,
CMW,
T.S.O.L.,
Gabor Szabo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Last Poets,
Sun City Girls,
Pylon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fortunes,
Symarip,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.