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 Senegal and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 The Invisible to the rock 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Sound,
AZ,
Little Man,
Minny Pops,
Public Image Ltd.,
Altered Images,
Moebius,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Last Poets,
Shuggie Otis,
Dennis Brown,
Whodini,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
The Red Krayola,
Mo-Dettes,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül II,
The Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Grass Roots,
The Moody Blues,
Pierre Henry,
The Zeros,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Index,
Yaz,
The Walker Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bronski Beat,
Grey Daturas,
Tears for Fears,
Joey Negro,
Kurtis Blow,
H. Thieme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Severed Heads,
The Trojans,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
Patti Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Darondo,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
Faraquet,
Stetsasonic,
John Coltrane,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.