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 Panama and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Desert Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eddi Front,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Leaves,
Tom Boy,
Ronan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echospace,
Little Man,
New Order,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neu!,
Scion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Blancmange,
Alton Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Chrome,
Andrew Hill,
Bauhaus,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Sonics,
Rekid,
The Golliwogs,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
Scrapy,
World's Most,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Ponytail,
Colin Newman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Skatalites,
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Star Department,
DJ Sneak,
Sugar Minott,
The Evens,
Essential Logic,
Hoover,
Stiv Bators,
The Happenings,
The Cowsills,
Cheater Slicks,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gun Club,
Livin' Joy,
Marmalade,
Patti Smith,
Dark Day,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.