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 Albania and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Spoonie Gee to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Mars,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets,
Funky Four + One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Traffic Nightmare,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Womack,
CMW,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eden Ahbez,
Pylon,
Pantytec,
The Fall,
Gichy Dan,
B.T. Express,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
It's A Beautiful Day,
10cc,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul II Soul,
Circle Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
Alison Limerick,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
Simply Red,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
Michelle Simonal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Motions,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
Brick,
The Trojans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Das Ding,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.