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 France and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nation of Ulysses to the funk 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Real Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Litter,
Slave,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers,
Arcadia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sister Nancy,
This Heat,
Mission of Burma,
the Bar-Kays,
Visage,
The Fuzztones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joyce Sims,
Easy Going,
Public Enemy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Inner City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement,
Section 25,
Black Moon,
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Intrusion,
Robert Wyatt,
Franke,
Sällskapet,
The Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Circle Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Pole,
Juan Atkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nik Kershaw,
The Birthday Party,
The Smoke,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül,
David Bowie,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid,
Excepter,
China Crisis,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.