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 Uruguay and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Basic Channel,
Surgeon,
The Fall,
Pole,
The Names,
Wally Richardson,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barbara Tucker,
Alison Limerick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Gabor Szabo,
Judy Mowatt,
Bronski Beat,
Isaac Hayes,
The Young Rascals,
The Red Krayola,
Television Personalities,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Starr,
Lower 48,
DJ Sneak,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
Mars,
Fear,
the Normal,
The Fuzztones,
Trumans Water,
the Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Guru Guru,
Warsaw,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Style,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
The Five Americans,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Y Pants,
Swans,
Cluster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Skatalites,
Q and Not U,
Bluetip,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.