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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
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 organ 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 Sällskapet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Mills,
Sällskapet,
Aaron Thompson,
Nico,
David Axelrod,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Circle Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Japan,
Camberwell Now,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantytec,
The Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cymande,
Hashim,
Agitation Free,
Glenn Branca,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Offenders,
Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Holt,
Model 500,
Brick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Starr,
K-Klass,
Suicide,
Jawbox,
Erasure,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Basic Channel,
H. Thieme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barbara Tucker,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
Sound Behaviour,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.