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 Tonga and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Nils Olav to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Trojans,
Lalann,
Neil Young,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City,
Bauhaus,
Al Stewart,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Foxx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Count Five,
Iggy Pop,
Ponytail,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
Qualms,
UT,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scan 7,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
Gong,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
The Litter,
The Moody Blues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sight & Sound,
Maurizio,
Tropical Tobacco,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lower 48,
Visage,
The Evens,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Move,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Five Americans,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.