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 Luxembourg and from New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Vainqueur 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Graham Central Station,
Interpol,
Barry Ungar,
Nirvana,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
Yazoo,
Terry Callier,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blake Baxter,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
OOIOO,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Yaz,
Scott Walker,
John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott Heron,
Albert Ayler,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Eating Sloth,
New York Dolls,
Morten Harket,
Wasted Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quando Quango,
La Düsseldorf,
Grey Daturas,
Swans,
Main Source,
E-Dancer,
Camouflage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Moon,
The Tremeloes,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oneida,
The Music Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Angels of Light,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.