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 Rwanda and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Depeche Mode to the jazz 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Crime,
John Foxx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sister Nancy,
The Sound,
Accadde A,
In Retrospect,
Kurtis Blow,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
The Last Poets,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
F. McDonald,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Glenn Branca,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
DJ Style,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
The Zeros,
Main Source,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
Audionom,
Metal Thangz,
The Five Americans,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jawbox,
Neu!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Can,
Youth Brigade,
Eli Mardock,
The Saints,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mummies,
Amazonics,
Supertramp,
ABBA,
Patti Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Real Kids,
Albert Ayler,
L. Decosne,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp,
Swans,
Sonic Youth,
The Gap Band,
Bang On A Can,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.