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 Sierra Leone and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Basic Channel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
Johnny Clarke,
Max Romeo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Eddi Front,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantaleimon,
The American Breed,
Section 25,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anakelly,
Suicide,
Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Rundgren,
Zapp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kas Product,
Arcadia,
Brass Construction,
Deakin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Whodini,
Agitation Free,
Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yazoo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacob Miller,
Liliput,
The Slackers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mummies,
John Lydon,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
The Cowsills,
One Last Wish,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
Girls At Our Best!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
the Human League,
Wire,
Camberwell Now,
Yaz,
Unwound,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Hill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.