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 Monaco and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moby Grape,
Pantaleimon,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Livin' Joy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Smog,
Nico,
Hasil Adkins,
Bob Dylan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Mills,
the Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Josef K,
Royal Trux,
Clear Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Audionom,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül,
MC5,
Arcadia,
The Blackbyrds,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mojo Men,
The Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Charles Mingus,
The Neon Judgement,
Traffic Nightmare,
Japan,
The Kinks,
Schoolly D,
The Names,
The Cowsills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
The Wake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Mad Mike,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alphaville,
Sister Nancy,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.