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 Finland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nico to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
AZ,
Deepchord,
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers,
Rotary Connection,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yaz,
Henry Cow,
Aural Exciters,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Certain Ratio,
Agitation Free,
Colin Newman,
The New Christs,
Ronan,
Amon Düül II,
Eve St. Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cymande,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Franke,
the Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Thee Headcoats,
Vainqueur,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wings,
E-Dancer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glenn Branca,
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace,
The Dead C,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lyres,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dennis Brown,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Martian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.