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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amazonics,
David Axelrod,
Whodini,
Bad Manners,
Soft Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Tres Demented,
Jandek,
cv313,
Moebius,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
Rosa Yemen,
Stetsasonic,
Fad Gadget,
The Smiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Easy Going,
Gang Green,
ABC,
JFA,
The Birthday Party,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glenn Branca,
The Last Poets,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reuben Wilson,
This Heat,
Bluetip,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Carl Craig,
Joy Division,
Throbbing Gristle,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Light Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Sight & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
CMW,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
Ohio Players,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gap Band,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
Blancmange,
John Coltrane,
Deakin,
Leonard Cohen,
The Knickerbockers,
K-Klass,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.