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 South Sudan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Spandau Ballet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joey Negro,
Blancmange,
The Names,
The Leaves,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Whodini,
Oblivians,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skriet,
The Busters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
The Grass Roots,
The Invisible,
Brothers Johnson,
U.S. Maple,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
Reagan Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fluxion,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warsaw,
Neu!,
Visage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dennis Brown,
Nico,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül II,
Kenny Larkin,
the Germs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Letta Mbulu,
X-101,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Freddie Wadling,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
Cluster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Surgeon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed,
Section 25,
Marmalade,
Yellowson,
Basic Channel,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.