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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Sam Rivers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantytec,
Lindisfarne,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Barracudas,
Bill Wells,
Connie Case,
LL Cool J,
Swell Maps,
Flipper,
Camouflage,
The Misunderstood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Ronnie Foster,
Unwound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Sneak,
Second Layer,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Pus,
Sugar Minott,
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set,
The Real Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Outsiders,
Marine Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Con Funk Shun,
PIL,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
Lyres,
Das Ding,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Accadde A,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rites of Spring,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.