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 Tunisia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Q65 to the rock 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Anakelly,
Erasure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gabor Szabo,
Underground Resistance,
The Grass Roots,
AZ,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Machine,
Smog,
Scott Walker,
Minnie Riperton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tommy Roe,
the Human League,
Slave,
Fear,
David McCallum,
Morten Harket,
KRS-One,
Bob Dylan,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Vogues,
DNA,
Yellowson,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Altered Images,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hashim,
The Trojans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish,
Infiniti,
Scion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann,
James White and The Blacks,
The Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grauzone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.