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 Oman and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
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 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 F. McDonald to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Wally Richardson,
Swell Maps,
John Lydon,
Bob Dylan,
The Zeros,
Amazonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Invisible,
Graham Central Station,
Skaos,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
Magma,
Kayak,
Royal Trux,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
Oneida,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wolf Eyes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Near,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW,
U.S. Maple,
Dark Day,
Gong,
Make Up,
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
EPMD,
Robert Hood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Con Funk Shun,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
Patti Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Neon Judgement,
Talk Talk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siglo XX,
The Pop Group,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.