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 Djibouti and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Model 500 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stereo Dub,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
John Cale,
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marmalade,
Skarface,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites,
Jacques Brel,
Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger,
Oneida,
Smog,
FM Einheit,
Procol Harum,
Soul Sonic Force,
David McCallum,
Donald Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Fela Kuti,
The Leaves,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
Wings,
Flash Fearless,
Black Sheep,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lakeside,
Rotary Connection,
Cluster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick May,
Cybotron,
Severed Heads,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Holt,
Magazine,
Black Pus,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock,
Excepter,
The Offenders,
The Walker Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.