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 St Lucia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Alphaville,
Bang On A Can,
The Tremeloes,
the Association,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slackers,
Slave,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
Animal Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Amazonics,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
Supertramp,
Lightning Bolt,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
Cluster,
Fear,
Absolute Body Control,
This Heat,
The Beau Brummels,
Pere Ubu,
The Fortunes,
The Red Krayola,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
Bauhaus,
Boredoms,
Althea and Donna,
The Vogues,
the Slits,
Loose Ends,
The Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Public Enemy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Skatalites,
The Slits,
Thompson Twins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Barracudas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Flash Fearless,
kango's stein massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
Easy Going,
Judy Mowatt,
Sound Behaviour,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Royal Trux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.