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 Comoros and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Drexciya to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Archie Shepp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alphaville,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fat Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Second Layer,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Starr,
The Index,
Henry Cow,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Janne Schatter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Near,
Intrusion,
Audionom,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Sex Pistols,
EPMD,
The Star Department,
Pere Ubu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
L. Decosne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
AZ,
Marmalade,
Marine Girls,
The Toasters,
the Human League,
Severed Heads,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erasure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dual Sessions,
The Skatalites,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dirtbombs,
Oneida,
The Last Poets,
The Monochrome Set,
Deadbeat,
The Music Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
Pylon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funky Four + One,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.