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 Senegal and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roy Ayers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Associates,
Radiohead,
Pole,
Stereo Dub,
Don Cherry,
Joe Smooth,
Shoche,
ABBA,
Isaac Hayes,
X-Ray Spex,
Yazoo,
KRS-One,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario,
Easy Going,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Style,
Charles Mingus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Lynne,
Hardrive,
Eddi Front,
Erasure,
The Stooges,
Kas Product,
The Skatalites,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Black Sheep,
Graham Central Station,
Suicide,
The Victims,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu,
Sandy B,
The Young Rascals,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül,
Monks,
The Last Poets,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
B.T. Express,
Massinfluence,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon,
The Remains,
Intrusion,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.