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 Ireland and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 New Age Steppers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
Delta 5,
Fatback Band,
The Vogues,
The Golliwogs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chrome,
Sällskapet,
Sparks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
Alison Limerick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June Days,
Michelle Simonal,
Faust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MC5,
Clear Light,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Connie Case,
The Associates,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Görl,
The Doors,
DNA,
Procol Harum,
The Blues Magoos,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Divine Comedy,
Rod Modell,
Minnie Riperton,
Section 25,
The Smoke,
the Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiohead,
Anakelly,
Second Layer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Stooges,
Model 500,
The Fortunes,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.