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 Israel and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pulsallama to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
Flipper,
Yaz,
Minutemen,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David McCallum,
Henry Cow,
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
Minnie Riperton,
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
U.S. Maple,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
The Birthday Party,
The Doors,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Fraelich,
ABC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Altered Images,
Piero Umiliani,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
Marmalade,
Erasure,
Mad Mike,
Dead Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
the Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Wells,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
The Evens,
Popol Vuh,
Can,
Masters at Work,
Eurythmics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Enemy,
Barrington Levy,
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.