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 Iran and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Axelrod,
Con Funk Shun,
Tim Buckley,
MDC,
Angry Samoans,
the Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Funkadelic,
Godley & Creme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
Brothers Johnson,
Urselle,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Cluster,
Quantec,
Josef K,
Hardrive,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
The Happenings,
Agent Orange,
Robert Wyatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul II Soul,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Brand Nubian,
The Grass Roots,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ludus,
Goldenarms,
June of 44,
the Sonics,
The American Breed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Index,
Robert Görl,
Supertramp,
Peter and Kerry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q65,
Inner City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Wake,
The Angels of Light,
Donald Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Marvin Gaye,
Pierre Henry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Max Romeo,
The Skatalites,
DJ Style,
10cc,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.