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 Philippines and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Camberwell Now to the rap 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Alice Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Hill,
The Martian,
Stereo Dub,
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Clear Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Easy Going,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wings,
Erasure,
Bill Wells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smoke,
ABBA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
Porter Ricks,
Scientists,
Oblivians,
Robert Görl,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed,
Wally Richardson,
the Bar-Kays,
Barrington Levy,
PIL,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Rundgren,
Boz Scaggs,
Whodini,
Chris & Cosey,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
Guru Guru,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.