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 Russia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 ABBA to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
KRS-One,
The Skatalites,
Mark Hollis,
Pole,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Michelle Simonal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers,
Isaac Hayes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Youth Brigade,
Ronnie Foster,
Fatback Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxette,
The Victims,
Scan 7,
Todd Terry,
Scrapy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Depeche Mode,
Kas Product,
The Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Von Mondo,
Bauhaus,
The Gories,
Smog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
Skarface,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Darondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Interpol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
Desert Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiohead,
Barry Ungar,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.