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 New Zealand and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Lightning Bolt to the crunk 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Almond,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
Michelle Simonal,
The Selecter,
Lindisfarne,
The New Christs,
Davy DMX,
the Sonics,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers,
Isaac Hayes,
Skriet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Iggy Pop,
Nils Olav,
KRS-One,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
Glenn Branca,
Fluxion,
Nico,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding,
Eddi Front,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
Robert Görl,
Smog,
Robert Hood,
Newcleus,
Schoolly D,
Desert Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Adolescents,
Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.