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 the UAE and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the disco 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 McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Charles Mingus,
Danielle Patucci,
OOIOO,
The United States of America,
Fatback Band,
Altered Images,
Lalann,
Heaven 17,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pagans,
Scratch Acid,
The Skatalites,
Deepchord,
The Gap Band,
Lou Christie,
Zero Boys,
Rakim,
Connie Case,
Joe Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Sandy B,
Anthony Braxton,
Technova,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slave,
Hardrive,
Excepter,
Quantec,
The Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
The Star Department,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cowsills,
the Soft Cell,
Television,
8 Eyed Spy,
Godley & Creme,
Funky Four + One,
Underground Resistance,
Masters at Work,
Hasil Adkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warren Ellis,
Visage,
Swans,
Dead Boys,
Loose Ends,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra,
Animal Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Kurtis Blow,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio,
X-101,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.