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 Afghanistan and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ossler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Main Source,
Dawn Penn,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Bad Manners,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young,
The Toasters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Junior Murvin,
Brass Construction,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Marvin Gaye,
Moebius,
Mad Mike,
Lindisfarne,
FM Einheit,
Bluetip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
Josef K,
The Offenders,
June Days,
Soulsonic Force,
Connie Case,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
Cal Tjader,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
H. Thieme,
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
cv313,
Hasil Adkins,
The Happenings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott Heron,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.