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 Singapore and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the funk 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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donald Byrd,
Grauzone,
Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
Pere Ubu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
L. Decosne,
The Residents,
Carl Craig,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oblivians,
June Days,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Popol Vuh,
Josef K,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
Bang On A Can,
David Bowie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moebius,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
Niagra,
cv313,
Echospace,
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alison Limerick,
Los Fastidios,
Smog,
T.S.O.L.,
Henry Cow,
Dark Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Happenings,
Tears for Fears,
The Smoke,
Half Japanese,
Pylon,
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harry Pussy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.