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 Micronesia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 The Associates 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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Bob Dylan,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cymande,
James Chance & The Contortions,
CMW,
Barrington Levy,
Jandek,
The Evens,
ABC,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Eden Ahbez,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
Pole,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Altered Images,
The Mojo Men,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Erasure,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sound Behaviour,
Deadbeat,
Joyce Sims,
World's Most,
Dark Day,
Silicon Teens,
Aloha Tigers,
Marvin Gaye,
the Slits,
Wings,
48th St. Collective,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy Collins,
Faust,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Green,
Skriet,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Susan Cadogan,
Rapeman,
The New Christs,
The Smiths,
Amazonics,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.