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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maleditus Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Groovy Waters,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Panda Bear,
Deepchord,
Don Cherry,
Lou Christie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dave Gahan,
MDC,
UT,
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48,
Ossler,
The Searchers,
L. Decosne,
Cluster,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Techniques,
Babytalk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mojo Men,
Stiv Bators,
Supertramp,
Depeche Mode,
Wings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
48th St. Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suburban Knight,
The Residents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masters at Work,
Hot Snakes,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Tom Boy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sight & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.