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 Laos and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Urselle to the dance 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Bronski Beat,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
Colin Newman,
Model 500,
John Coltrane,
Cymande,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
the Germs,
Mission of Burma,
Zapp,
Nas,
Tom Boy,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
Gong,
The Smoke,
Lalann,
Pole,
The Vogues,
Lyres,
China Crisis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wire,
Amon Düül II,
Gabor Szabo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Surgeon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DNA,
Connie Case,
The Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Livin' Joy,
Trumans Water,
Prince Buster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Motions,
UT,
Outsiders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantytec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
The Modern Lovers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Susan Cadogan,
Jawbox,
The Sound,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra,
Ituana,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.