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 Namibia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
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 guitar 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 Eric Copeland to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Jerry's Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
The American Breed,
John Foxx,
Hoover,
The Move,
Lungfish,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fela Kuti,
Faraquet,
Isaac Hayes,
Spandau Ballet,
the Association,
The Cowsills,
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
One Last Wish,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visage,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless,
Panda Bear,
cv313,
Laurel Aitken,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
The Gladiators,
Brick,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead,
The Mojo Men,
Danielle Patucci,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Moon,
The Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
June Days,
The Raincoats,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.