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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Derrick Morgan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Siglo XX,
Alison Limerick,
Little Man,
Television,
Symarip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
Index,
Chris Corsano,
Suicide,
Visage,
Aswad,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
June of 44,
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Cymande,
Fluxion,
Skaos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Audionom,
Frankie Knuckles,
Outsiders,
La Düsseldorf,
Camouflage,
Boredoms,
Moby Grape,
John Holt,
New Order,
Ossler,
Urselle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club,
The Moleskins,
Kas Product,
Brothers Johnson,
The Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Byron Stingily,
David Axelrod,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
The Leaves,
Sight & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.