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 Switzerland and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rap 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Qualms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
Eurythmics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker,
Minny Pops,
These Immortal Souls,
The Angels of Light,
Nico,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
Kenny Larkin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Oblivians,
Barrington Levy,
The Victims,
The Fortunes,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
Erasure,
R.M.O.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mr. Review,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pole,
L. Decosne,
Nirvana,
Ten City,
New Age Steppers,
New York Dolls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rekid,
The Zeros,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalann,
The Searchers,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
Patti Smith,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Certain Ratio,
Second Layer,
New Order,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Isaac Hayes,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.