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 Slovenia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 B.T. Express to the rock 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
PIL,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
The Raincoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Von Mondo,
Au Pairs,
Jerry's Kids,
Mark Hollis,
John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Dual Sessions,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
Lou Christie,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Birthday Party,
Loose Ends,
Reagan Youth,
The Move,
Pantytec,
Jacob Miller,
The Last Poets,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
B.T. Express,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Buzzcocks,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
Gichy Dan,
Heaven 17,
Absolute Body Control,
Animal Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Ohio Players,
the Normal,
Scratch Acid,
Yusef Lateef,
John Lydon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.