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 Mauritius and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
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 oboe 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultravox,
the Association,
Bauhaus,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mad Mike,
Ludus,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-101,
Pylon,
Marc Almond,
10cc,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pretty Things,
Joy Division,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bronski Beat,
Brick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yazoo,
Tim Buckley,
Ten City,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
Cymande,
Alphaville,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
Masters at Work,
Mantronix,
Deepchord,
The Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
Neu!,
Funky Four + One,
Grey Daturas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hardrive,
Brothers Johnson,
Funkadelic,
Japan,
Steve Hackett,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.