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 Egypt and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
Outsiders,
Lucky Dragons,
Dark Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Lightning Bolt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harmonia,
Bobby Womack,
Flash Fearless,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
Henry Cow,
DJ Style,
Cal Tjader,
Quando Quango,
June of 44,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Scan 7,
Neil Young,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ponytail,
The Toasters,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Livin' Joy,
Bob Dylan,
Fad Gadget,
Nas,
Boz Scaggs,
The Kinks,
Vainqueur,
JFA,
Japan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Junior Murvin,
Altered Images,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks,
Pagans,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.