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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Max Romeo to the disco 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Make Up,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suburban Knight,
a-ha,
Gang of Four,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
Audionom,
Yusef Lateef,
Royal Trux,
Marmalade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
Wolf Eyes,
Reagan Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jandek,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-101,
Josef K,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
Eli Mardock,
Kaleidoscope,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siglo XX,
Von Mondo,
Stereo Dub,
R.M.O.,
the Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Görl,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skarface,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
Soul II Soul,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fatback Band,
Das Ding,
Maleditus Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.