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 Nigeria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 Anakelly to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Suburban Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Sonny Sharrock,
PIL,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
Yusef Lateef,
Arcadia,
Vladislav Delay,
Zero Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
The Zeros,
Robert Hood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Evens,
Ten City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Tears for Fears,
Severed Heads,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
Delta 5,
Erykah Badu,
Monks,
Camouflage,
Erasure,
Section 25,
Little Man,
U.S. Maple,
Agent Orange,
Technova,
Soulsonic Force,
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
Mad Mike,
Livin' Joy,
The Real Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
New Order,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
the Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Cymande,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
Bad Manners,
Dave Gahan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Velvet Underground,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.