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 Sudan and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Swell Maps to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ohio Players,
The Black Dice,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantaleimon,
Barrington Levy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians,
Urselle,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
Chrome,
Radiohead,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rapeman,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
Fear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker,
Bill Wells,
Subhumans,
10cc,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Moon,
Stiv Bators,
the Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Unrelated Segments,
Minor Threat,
Quando Quango,
Eli Mardock,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
Gang of Four,
John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
Yazoo,
Silicon Teens,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.