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 Montenegro and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donny Hathaway to the dance 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Trumans Water,
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Moebius,
Aural Exciters,
Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magazine,
Amon Düül II,
Hot Snakes,
Cal Tjader,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mo-Dettes,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
The Durutti Column,
The Music Machine,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
Siglo XX,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
Scion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mummies,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
Minutemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
cv313,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Teasers,
Excepter,
Maleditus Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Human League,
Average White Band,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T. Rex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.