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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Enemy,
Faraquet,
The Martian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Desert Stars,
the Sonics,
The Residents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Association,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
The Offenders,
Grauzone,
Procol Harum,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aural Exciters,
Loose Ends,
Schoolly D,
Ultravox,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marvin Gaye,
Brass Construction,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Tremeloes,
Q65,
Nas,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Machine,
Youth Brigade,
June of 44,
The American Breed,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter and Kerry,
Minnie Riperton,
Sam Rivers,
Funkadelic,
David Bowie,
The Selecter,
The Music Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count 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.