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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stetsasonic 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aswad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Quantec,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
Moby Grape,
The Fugs,
Tom Boy,
Whodini,
New Age Steppers,
Unrelated Segments,
Danielle Patucci,
Slave,
Essential Logic,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slits,
X-102,
The Last Poets,
June Days,
Robert Wyatt,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Duran Duran,
Piero Umiliani,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gladiators,
the Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
Cal Tjader,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dave Gahan,
Amazonics,
Gang Green,
R.M.O.,
The New Christs,
Gong,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
The Happenings,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
Icehouse,
Bobby Womack,
Wire,
Neu!,
Negative Approach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantytec,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.