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 Nigeria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Max Romeo to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger 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 dance 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Cecil Taylor,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
Pulsallama,
The Offenders,
Minnie Riperton,
Fatback Band,
Blancmange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zapp,
The Fall,
The Sonics,
New Order,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
David Axelrod,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
Pylon,
Y Pants,
Judy Mowatt,
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes,
Janne Schatter,
Suburban Knight,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
Joey Negro,
Radiohead,
Jacques Brel,
Stetsasonic,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dawn Penn,
Eden Ahbez,
Television Personalities,
Cheater Slicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Juan Atkins,
The Sound,
The Invisible,
Jawbox,
Bluetip,
Silicon Teens,
Porter Ricks,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.