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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Magazine to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
The Techniques,
Jawbox,
Eddi Front,
David Axelrod,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dead C,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
Negative Approach,
James White and The Blacks,
the Soft Cell,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
Banda Bassotti,
Crime,
Black Flag,
Joe Finger,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mojo Men,
The Cowsills,
Reagan Youth,
The Index,
E-Dancer,
The Cure,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Panda Bear,
The Last Poets,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
Scratch Acid,
Sugar Minott,
Cluster,
Sun City Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MC5,
The Birthday Party,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Standells,
Cybotron,
Cheater Slicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wire,
Al Stewart,
Bluetip,
The Red Krayola,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
Stetsasonic,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.