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 Syria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 David Axelrod to the grunge 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radio Birdman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultravox,
CMW,
Hot Snakes,
Cal Tjader,
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement,
The Red Krayola,
Mantronix,
Fela Kuti,
Sparks,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
Icehouse,
Angry Samoans,
The Index,
John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang of Four,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anakelly,
Chris & Cosey,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Sneak,
Hasil Adkins,
The Offenders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
Thee Headcoats,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
The Fugs,
Minny Pops,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crime,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
Althea and Donna,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funky Four + One,
a-ha,
Lakeside,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
World's Most,
Circle Jerks,
David Bowie,
Main Source,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.