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 Nigeria and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Pussy Galore to the rock 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
The American Breed,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Sheep,
Franke,
Stereo Dub,
Skarface,
the Germs,
Goldenarms,
Scion,
John Holt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Lynne,
Anakelly,
Parry Music,
Adolescents,
Lakeside,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kayak,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Kinks,
Barry Ungar,
Jandek,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
Liliput,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Ludus,
Slick Rick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Smog,
Ronan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pulsallama,
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
Interpol,
The Walker Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drexciya,
Average White Band,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall,
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.