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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
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 oboe 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 Mission of Burma to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Urselle,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
The Slits,
The Sound,
Black Sheep,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Average White Band,
Rotary Connection,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nils Olav,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kenny Larkin,
Alice Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Thee Headcoats,
D'Angelo,
The Knickerbockers,
The Techniques,
Sonic Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
Mark Hollis,
Ultravox,
Sugar Minott,
Brothers Johnson,
Underground Resistance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Whodini,
The Smiths,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Colin Newman,
Nik Kershaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis,
Scrapy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skriet,
Eric Copeland,
Interpol,
Loose Ends,
Zapp,
Procol Harum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The American Breed,
Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.