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 Brunei and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
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 synthesizer 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Adolescents,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unrelated Segments,
The Buckinghams,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fall,
DNA,
Audionom,
Surgeon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brothers Johnson,
Icehouse,
Iggy Pop,
Ludus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Josef K,
Sixth Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
Excepter,
Davy DMX,
The Pretty Things,
Scratch Acid,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Hood,
Half Japanese,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
Ten City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heaven 17,
Crash Course in Science,
The American Breed,
Model 500,
Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Colin Newman,
Crooked Eye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mad Mike,
AZ,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Last Poets,
Black Sheep,
The Durutti Column,
New Order,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Certain Ratio,
Yaz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.