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 Spain 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
JFA,
Schoolly D,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moebius,
Pussy Galore,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Oneida,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Qualms,
Wasted Youth,
Cluster,
Al Stewart,
Ten City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
Swans,
The United States of America,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
La Düsseldorf,
Jawbox,
Junior Murvin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unwound,
Interpol,
Joe Finger,
the Human League,
Harry Pussy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Names,
Barbara Tucker,
Loose Ends,
Mark Hollis,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
Second Layer,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visage,
E-Dancer,
Eve St. Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Scrapy,
Dave Gahan,
Patti Smith,
Steve Hackett,
L. Decosne,
Section 25,
Lee Hazlewood,
kango's stein massive,
Severed Heads,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.