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 Israel and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Bill Wells to the rock 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Leaves,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ken Boothe,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Clarke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ten City,
Hashim,
Joy Division,
Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Animal Collective,
Smog,
The Mojo Men,
The Zeros,
Television Personalities,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
Joensuu 1685,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
Dawn Penn,
Popol Vuh,
Marine Girls,
The Toasters,
Cymande,
La Düsseldorf,
John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
Maurizio,
Joe Smooth,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
Judy Mowatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Move,
Newcleus,
Gregory Isaacs,
UT,
Loose Ends,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
Ronan,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.