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 Brazil and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 The Human League to the dance 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
John Holt,
Rod Modell,
K-Klass,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scratch Acid,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vainqueur,
Robert Hood,
Excepter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Almond,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques,
Archie Shepp,
Crime,
Ossler,
Flipper,
The Gories,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Amazonics,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
Stetsasonic,
Ultra Naté,
La Düsseldorf,
Sound Behaviour,
The Knickerbockers,
Slick Rick,
Wire,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome,
Depeche Mode,
Moss Icon,
the Swans,
Ponytail,
Cymande,
Aaron Thompson,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül,
Wasted Youth,
The Standells,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Busters,
Scott Walker,
Rotary Connection,
Oblivians,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.