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 Sudan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Wolf Eyes to the punk 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
the Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
PIL,
Kayak,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne,
Los Fastidios,
The Mojo Men,
David McCallum,
Country Teasers,
Scion,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Charles Mingus,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Terry,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Urselle,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra,
World's Most,
Kerri Chandler,
Flash Fearless,
Letta Mbulu,
Blancmange,
Mr. Review,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stetsasonic,
Mars,
The Moody Blues,
The Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dennis Brown,
Black Pus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Iggy Pop,
The Searchers,
Dave Gahan,
The Count Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soulsonic Force,
The Litter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Fatback Band,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Loose Ends,
The Durutti Column,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.