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 Kosovo and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeru the Damaja to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Talk Talk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Urselle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Evens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mantronix,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DNA,
Fugazi,
The Real Kids,
Neu!,
Rod Modell,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
Basic Channel,
Panda Bear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nico,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
China Crisis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Animal Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
The Durutti Column,
Smog,
Scion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fluxion,
Deepchord,
The Cure,
48th St. Collective,
R.M.O.,
Suburban Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Thee Headcoats,
Sight & Sound,
The Busters,
The Fortunes,
Jacques Brel,
The Gap Band,
The Cowsills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.