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 Belize and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Model 500 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Offenders,
The Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donny Hathaway,
Reagan Youth,
Eurythmics,
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boz Scaggs,
Brothers Johnson,
Visage,
Sandy B,
Robert Hood,
Babytalk,
Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Magma,
Ronan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eli Mardock,
Barrington Levy,
Marmalade,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick Morgan,
ABBA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
Groovy Waters,
Idris Muhammad,
Hasil Adkins,
June of 44,
The Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Lakeside,
Severed Heads,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
Stereo Dub,
Black Flag,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
KRS-One,
The Trojans,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlback,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.