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 Mali and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tremeloes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
T.S.O.L.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Womack,
Glambeats Corp.,
UT,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy,
The Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mad Mike,
The Knickerbockers,
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
48th St. Collective,
10cc,
Das Ding,
Ponytail,
Flash Fearless,
Urselle,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dead C,
The Moody Blues,
Echospace,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doors,
Al Stewart,
Mr. Review,
Lightning Bolt,
T. Rex,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
Faust,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faraquet,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
John Holt,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
The Smiths,
Sugar Minott,
Iggy Pop,
Dennis Brown,
the Human League,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
The Selecter,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.