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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Visage to the funk 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Black Bananas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kas Product,
Todd Rundgren,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pole,
The Fall,
Byron Stingily,
Hardrive,
B.T. Express,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed,
Sonic Youth,
Bush Tetras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mad Mike,
Kayak,
The Mojo Men,
Thompson Twins,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oneida,
Don Cherry,
The Raincoats,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
The Knickerbockers,
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Freddie Wadling,
Wally Richardson,
Pere Ubu,
Lindisfarne,
ABBA,
the Association,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Funkadelic,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Terry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Alton Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Anakelly,
the Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neu!,
Funky Four + One,
Brass Construction,
Mo-Dettes,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.