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 Cape Verde and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tom Boy to the punk 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Piero Umiliani,
Parry Music,
The Blackbyrds,
X-102,
Q and Not U,
Kenny Larkin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Association,
Alphaville,
Aloha Tigers,
Niagra,
Circle Jerks,
AZ,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
Minor Threat,
Guru Guru,
The Divine Comedy,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül II,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brass Construction,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smoke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pretty Things,
The Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Wake,
The Five Americans,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
Sex Pistols,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacob Miller,
Max Romeo,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Stiv Bators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Soulsonic Force,
Pylon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.