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 Luxembourg and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 The Fortunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Hot Snakes,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minutemen,
Radio Birdman,
John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Au Pairs,
Alphaville,
The Stooges,
The Index,
Todd Terry,
Sam Rivers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eurythmics,
The Associates,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
The Golliwogs,
Carl Craig,
Arthur Verocai,
48th St. Collective,
Technova,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Zeros,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ponytail,
Shuggie Otis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül II,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
the Germs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
La Düsseldorf,
Lindisfarne,
The Five Americans,
Davy DMX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
OOIOO,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.