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 Gambia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Masters at Work to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantaleimon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Sonics,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Pus,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Lydon,
Scan 7,
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
Cymande,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Infiniti,
The Saints,
EPMD,
Fat Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
Television Personalities,
Visage,
Leonard Cohen,
The Techniques,
In Retrospect,
The Durutti Column,
Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marvin Gaye,
The Human League,
Index,
Silicon Teens,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Khruangbin,
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wolf Eyes,
Pylon,
Siglo XX,
Erasure,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare,
The New Christs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Toasters,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Boogie Down Productions,
Section 25,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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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.