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 Pakistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Todd Terry to the techno 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Excepter,
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flash Fearless,
Adolescents,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
Rapeman,
Guru Guru,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Selecter,
The Buckinghams,
Japan,
KRS-One,
Ludus,
Roxette,
Robert Hood,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cluster,
Eurythmics,
OOIOO,
The American Breed,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cowsills,
The Searchers,
Suicide,
H. Thieme,
Lebanon Hanover,
These Immortal Souls,
Yazoo,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Little Man,
Sällskapet,
Arab on Radar,
Agitation Free,
The Angels of Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
PIL,
Camberwell Now,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DNA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Modern Lovers,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.