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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Steve Hackett to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
The Young Rascals,
Rod Modell,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agent Orange,
Make Up,
The Standells,
Bootsy Collins,
Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cluster,
Alton Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maleditus Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fugs,
Accadde A,
ABBA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
The Happenings,
Pagans,
The Gories,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABC,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Pus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agitation Free,
Soft Machine,
Zapp,
Michelle Simonal,
Aswad,
Ludus,
Blossom Toes,
Roxette,
The Detroit Cobras,
Goldenarms,
Glenn Branca,
48th St. Collective,
The Mummies,
Spandau Ballet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MDC,
Ituana,
The Fall,
The Move,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.