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 Turkey and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Görl to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gang Starr,
The Fortunes,
Morten Harket,
Pantaleimon,
Bauhaus,
Flipper,
The Cowsills,
Michelle Simonal,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agitation Free,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Adolescents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
Donny Hathaway,
Harmonia,
The Litter,
Danielle Patucci,
Livin' Joy,
The Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Foxx,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gun Club,
Bang On A Can,
Moby Grape,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Fraelich,
Ralphi Rosario,
D'Angelo,
Radiohead,
Negative Approach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Procol Harum,
Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Toni Rubio,
Moebius,
Ultravox,
Neu!,
Quando Quango,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Audionom,
the Swans,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.