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 Gambia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Pere Ubu to the rock 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Gories,
Vladislav Delay,
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Görl,
Scan 7,
Smog,
the Normal,
John Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Ten City,
Nico,
Lightning Bolt,
Con Funk Shun,
Nas,
Al Stewart,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zapp,
Alton Ellis,
Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eden Ahbez,
Albert Ayler,
The Count Five,
Black Bananas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ituana,
The Raincoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mad Mike,
John Cale,
Ludus,
OOIOO,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Saccharine Trust,
Von Mondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Tremeloes,
Bronski Beat,
Hardrive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faust,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Little Man,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Hill,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warren Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
The Young Rascals,
Bluetip,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.