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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Model 500 to the disco 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Malaria!,
Henry Cow,
New Order,
Sight & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sonics,
The Dead C,
Radio Birdman,
Thompson Twins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Toasters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monolake,
One Last Wish,
T. Rex,
Black Sheep,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Japan,
The Young Rascals,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
The Remains,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monochrome Set,
Gong,
Lungfish,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Halsall,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
The Slits,
Make Up,
Eric Copeland,
Goldenarms,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Bar-Kays,
Wings,
The Selecter,
Gabor Szabo,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
Deadbeat,
Joensuu 1685,
LL Cool J,
Janne Schatter,
Idris Muhammad,
The Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultra Naté,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.