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 Sweden and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Jesper Dahlback to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Reuben Wilson,
The Trojans,
Pantaleimon,
ABC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grey Daturas,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Bourne,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Oblivians,
Quantec,
The Birthday Party,
Radio Birdman,
Maurizio,
The Invisible,
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Buzzcocks,
D'Angelo,
Malaria!,
The Searchers,
Magazine,
Gong,
Joey Negro,
Mark Hollis,
Sun City Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The United States of America,
Reagan Youth,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Real Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Saints,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Lindisfarne,
Heaven 17,
X-Ray Spex,
Arthur Verocai,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drexciya,
The Blues Magoos,
Icehouse,
The Names,
Wally Richardson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.