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 Switzerland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
PIL,
Rotary Connection,
ABBA,
Sound Behaviour,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Hood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Franke,
Pylon,
The Index,
Agent Orange,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Green,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
Boredoms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Animal Collective,
Morten Harket,
Kenny Larkin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Godley & Creme,
Supertramp,
Scratch Acid,
The Barracudas,
Severed Heads,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
the Bar-Kays,
One Last Wish,
Youth Brigade,
Radiohead,
Silicon Teens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra,
DJ Sneak,
JFA,
The Move,
Blake Baxter,
Slave,
Index,
The Leaves,
Schoolly D,
Minor Threat,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pagans,
Amon Düül,
MC5,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy Collins,
Anakelly,
Bauhaus,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.