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 Romania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Doobie Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Kinks,
KRS-One,
June Days,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
Lungfish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
Section 25,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül II,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacob Miller,
Soul II Soul,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bush Tetras,
Pulsallama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slackers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spoonie Gee,
Severed Heads,
The Invisible,
Quando Quango,
Funky Four + One,
H. Thieme,
Reagan Youth,
Suicide,
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Buckinghams,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tubeway Army,
kango's stein massive,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smoke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nirvana,
Gang of Four,
Kas Product,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach,
Soft Machine,
Visage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.