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 Zambia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Slick Rick,
Babytalk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gap Band,
Goldenarms,
The Busters,
DJ Sneak,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs,
Funkadelic,
Cybotron,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
The J.B.'s,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster,
Severed Heads,
The Moleskins,
The Victims,
Main Source,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lower 48,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sound,
Minny Pops,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
New Order,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
Television Personalities,
Metal Thangz,
One Last Wish,
Vainqueur,
The Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
UT,
Depeche Mode,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Wasted Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Funky Four + One,
The Names,
Faraquet,
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.