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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Blake Baxter to the electroclash 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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Sight & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
The Tremeloes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
Shoche,
David Axelrod,
Skarface,
Chris Corsano,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
F. McDonald,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Theoretical Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Jawbox,
Frankie Knuckles,
New York Dolls,
Groovy Waters,
Sound Behaviour,
Scion,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Whodini,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
Iggy Pop,
Scrapy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
Q65,
L. Decosne,
Cal Tjader,
FM Einheit,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One,
Yazoo,
DJ Style,
Aural Exciters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Bluetip,
Fela Kuti,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.