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 Somalia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Byron Stingily,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Outsiders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass,
Unrelated Segments,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-101,
Wings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zapp,
Todd Terry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aural Exciters,
DNA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Half Japanese,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Walker Brothers,
Scientists,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
cv313,
Little Man,
The Angels of Light,
EPMD,
The Fall,
The Associates,
The Busters,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Marmalade,
DJ Sneak,
The Young Rascals,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
The Selecter,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.