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 Lesotho and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 10cc to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Steve Hackett,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Joensuu 1685,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Wyatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ponytail,
Massinfluence,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Eurythmics,
The Motions,
Barrington Levy,
Soul II Soul,
Youth Brigade,
The Cowsills,
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
Goldenarms,
Icehouse,
The Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scion,
John Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camberwell Now,
FM Einheit,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
PIL,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
Symarip,
Chris Corsano,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radio Birdman,
Adolescents,
Pussy Galore,
Minnie Riperton,
The Zeros,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yellowson,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.