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 Taiwan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Real Kids,
Brand Nubian,
The Victims,
The Mummies,
The Sound,
One Last Wish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
Liliput,
Chris Corsano,
The Smoke,
Rod Modell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
Franke,
Grauzone,
Reagan Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
R.M.O.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funky Four + One,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warsaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Standells,
OOIOO,
Scan 7,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Rundgren,
Gabor Szabo,
Camouflage,
The Techniques,
The Dave Clark Five,
Davy DMX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
The Pretty Things,
New Order,
Eve St. Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Boz Scaggs,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.