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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Sarah Menescal to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Jacques Brel,
UT,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fuzztones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Invisible,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
World's Most,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Finger,
Los Fastidios,
David Bowie,
the Association,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Malaria!,
Ornette Coleman,
The Evens,
OOIOO,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Make Up,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Young Marble Giants,
Q and Not U,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash,
AZ,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
Cal Tjader,
Girls At Our Best!,
Duran Duran,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy Collins,
Cameo,
Fat Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deakin,
The Toasters,
Bob Dylan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dennis Brown,
Brand Nubian,
The Five Americans,
Mars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camouflage,
Iggy Pop,
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.