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 Burkina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Jacques Brel to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Rekid,
David McCallum,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Wells,
Alice Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
Outsiders,
Magma,
Visage,
Cameo,
Siglo XX,
Marc Almond,
Franke,
Average White Band,
Angry Samoans,
The Gladiators,
Spoonie Gee,
The Martian,
The United States of America,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül II,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
Eve St. Jones,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Yusef Lateef,
Moebius,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie,
The Leaves,
The Slits,
The Sound,
Mad Mike,
Cluster,
Letta Mbulu,
Roger Hodgson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fatback Band,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Style,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dennis Brown,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
In Retrospect,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Mantronix,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.