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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Cale to the jazz 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Cymande,
Sällskapet,
Wally Richardson,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warren Ellis,
OOIOO,
Max Romeo,
The Evens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skriet,
Hashim,
The Gladiators,
Moby Grape,
Black Flag,
KRS-One,
Desert Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fugs,
Whodini,
Monks,
The Litter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jawbox,
The Cramps,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Names,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echospace,
The Slits,
Erasure,
The Moleskins,
Aloha Tigers,
The Selecter,
Derrick Morgan,
Fat Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lucky Dragons,
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control,
Nils Olav,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Motions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ten City,
Stiv Bators,
New York Dolls,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
Bill Near,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camberwell Now,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Youth Brigade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.