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 Lithuania and from London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Second Layer to the punk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
Bluetip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris & Cosey,
The Toasters,
Eurythmics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Graham Central Station,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare,
Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Circle Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids,
Cameo,
Q and Not U,
Eric Dolphy,
LL Cool J,
kango's stein massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Don Cherry,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Lydon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Young Rascals,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
K-Klass,
the Bar-Kays,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Selecter,
Gang Green,
Yaz,
Max Romeo,
Little Man,
Loose Ends,
Cal Tjader,
Fear,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
Black Sheep,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joey Negro,
R.M.O.,
Black Bananas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick May,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maleditus Sound,
Al Stewart,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.