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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ludus to the crunk 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boz Scaggs,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Make Up,
Television,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
R.M.O.,
Minny Pops,
Ponytail,
The Grass Roots,
Bob Dylan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Misunderstood,
Suicide,
Bill Wells,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
Drexciya,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Pere Ubu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sound Behaviour,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aural Exciters,
Warsaw,
Sarah Menescal,
the Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Don Cherry,
Grauzone,
Jandek,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
Desert Stars,
Morten Harket,
Max Romeo,
Index,
Mantronix,
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Holt,
Black Sheep,
Camouflage,
Qualms,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Interpol,
The Moleskins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bluetip,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.