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 Kenya and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Rufus Thomas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Second Layer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Trumans Water,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
David McCallum,
Magma,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Saccharine Trust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Womack,
Scion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Move,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dennis Brown,
Flash Fearless,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Accadde A,
June Days,
Icehouse,
Youth Brigade,
Motorama,
Con Funk Shun,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Negative Approach,
Magazine,
The Victims,
Scientists,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick May,
Godley & Creme,
Eve St. Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultra Naté,
Yazoo,
David Axelrod,
Crispian St. Peters,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Wells,
Faraquet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
Sex Pistols,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cameo,
H. Thieme,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.