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 Belgium and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 La Düsseldorf to the disco 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
The Toasters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kas Product,
Crooked Eye,
Pussy Galore,
Camberwell Now,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agitation Free,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Görl,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Niagra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
The New Christs,
David McCallum,
Terry Callier,
Sugar Minott,
Pantaleimon,
MC5,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
The Divine Comedy,
Slave,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Teasers,
Deepchord,
Youth Brigade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Carl Craig,
Von Mondo,
X-102,
Ituana,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock,
Crash Course in Science,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk,
Harry Pussy,
Scion,
The Knickerbockers,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Wells,
Marc Almond,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.