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 Benin and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bootsy Collins to the disco 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
Morten Harket,
kango's stein massive,
The American Breed,
Robert Görl,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Names,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
48th St. Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Move,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Style,
Kayak,
Yaz,
Joe Finger,
Ituana,
Hashim,
Skaos,
Metal Thangz,
Suburban Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Angry Samoans,
June Days,
Ultra Naté,
Cal Tjader,
China Crisis,
Section 25,
Moss Icon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Royal Trux,
MDC,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Wings,
Aswad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fat Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
Pere Ubu,
Donny Hathaway,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ossler,
David Axelrod,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Invisible,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.