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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Derrick Morgan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Star Department,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Con Funk Shun,
Cameo,
Sarah Menescal,
Absolute Body Control,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slave,
Unrelated Segments,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Gang Dance,
Icehouse,
MDC,
MC5,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
This Heat,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
Vainqueur,
Crispy Ambulance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Carl Craig,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Almond,
Black Bananas,
The Fugs,
Todd Terry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Yellowson,
In Retrospect,
Fugazi,
Eddi Front,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Finger,
The Fall,
Massinfluence,
Rapeman,
Main Source,
The Cramps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
10cc,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.