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 Ghana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Moss Icon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
H. Thieme,
The Happenings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camouflage,
Silicon Teens,
T. Rex,
Joe Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Fatback Band,
Steve Hackett,
Black Sheep,
Absolute Body Control,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Starr,
Marine Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Newcleus,
David Axelrod,
The Beau Brummels,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
K-Klass,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
Cluster,
Thompson Twins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Almond,
Outsiders,
the Germs,
the Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fela Kuti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sound Behaviour,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zapp,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Young Marble Giants,
The New Christs,
Dawn Penn,
Joensuu 1685,
Quando Quango,
Public Enemy,
The Associates,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran,
Roger Hodgson,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.