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 Poland and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zeros to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Icehouse,
Derrick May,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Television Personalities,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agitation Free,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy,
Con Funk Shun,
Skaos,
Lungfish,
Black Flag,
Erasure,
Stetsasonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Parry Music,
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
The Cramps,
The Young Rascals,
The Count Five,
The Happenings,
Aural Exciters,
June Days,
Eric Copeland,
the Normal,
Cybotron,
Absolute Body Control,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
New York Dolls,
Alice Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
Harmonia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monolake,
Flash Fearless,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Laurel Aitken,
Talk Talk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Joe Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dead Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.