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 Montenegro and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barclay James Harvest to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Matthew Bourne,
Sugar Minott,
The Neon Judgement,
Pole,
Alison Limerick,
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Anthony Braxton,
Visage,
the Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eve St. Jones,
Fluxion,
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Godley & Creme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
H. Thieme,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry's Kids,
The Residents,
Faraquet,
Michelle Simonal,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
Brass Construction,
The Smoke,
The Litter,
Average White Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zero Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Suburban Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Arab on Radar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cowsills,
Wire,
Rapeman,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
The Techniques,
Bronski Beat,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Leaves,
Yaz,
The Cure,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.