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 Congo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Flag,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DNA,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
Whodini,
Technova,
Essential Logic,
Dawn Penn,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Malaria!,
Deakin,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Copeland,
Eli Mardock,
Franke,
Marc Almond,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
Audionom,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Womack,
Maleditus Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxy Music,
Dual Sessions,
John Foxx,
Harmonia,
Desert Stars,
Deadbeat,
Patti Smith,
Altered Images,
Connie Case,
Curtis Mayfield,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow,
Soul Sonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.