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 Albania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
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 sitar 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 Dual Sessions to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Excepter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monolake,
The Gories,
Smog,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
Hasil Adkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
L. Decosne,
Albert Ayler,
Scion,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siglo XX,
Minor Threat,
Khruangbin,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Interpol,
Gang Green,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Görl,
Metal Thangz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Pus,
Suburban Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Mission of Burma,
Wally Richardson,
cv313,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Howard Jones,
Warsaw,
Brick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Eli Mardock,
Arcadia,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fuzztones,
Scientists,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.