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 Costa Rica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sex Pistols to the punk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Moby Grape,
Radiopuhelimet,
Silicon Teens,
Gastr Del Sol,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
Y Pants,
Angry Samoans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yaz,
The Divine Comedy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy Collins,
Crime,
ABBA,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
Shoche,
Dawn Penn,
Unwound,
Peter & Gordon,
Toni Rubio,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Patti Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Thompson Twins,
Mo-Dettes,
Sam Rivers,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Oneida,
Ten City,
Tommy Roe,
Barrington Levy,
the Normal,
Joey Negro,
Inner City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Vogues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skarface,
Second Layer,
Main Source,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Schoolly D,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Heaven 17,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.