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 Fiji and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Vladislav Delay to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Saints,
Desert Stars,
Oneida,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
Eddi Front,
Ultra Naté,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Clarke,
Mission of Burma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Almond,
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flipper,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispy Ambulance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Swans,
The Wake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
Nik Kershaw,
The Names,
Roxy Music,
T. Rex,
David McCallum,
Toni Rubio,
The Music Machine,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-101,
Nas,
The Vogues,
La Düsseldorf,
Theoretical Girls,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Lower 48,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
L. Decosne,
The Angels of Light,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Lynne,
Radio Birdman,
Suicide,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.