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 Burkina and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Roy Ayers to the disco 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Grey Daturas,
Sixth Finger,
Delta 5,
Jandek,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
Aswad,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
Tubeway Army,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gabor Szabo,
Technova,
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
Janne Schatter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alison Limerick,
The Busters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Copeland,
Crime,
Jawbox,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T.S.O.L.,
Sam Rivers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television,
Ludus,
Yellowson,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fall,
Aaron Thompson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
Stetsasonic,
CMW,
Ronan,
Sparks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Move,
Black Sheep,
Pagans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.