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 Indonesia and from London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grunge 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Whodini,
Sun City Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
Deadbeat,
The Fall,
Negative Approach,
Circle Jerks,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Sherman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maleditus Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
Basic Channel,
Black Moon,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Parry Music,
The Techniques,
Barry Ungar,
Joey Negro,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pop Group,
Aloha Tigers,
Barrington Levy,
The Real Kids,
the Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Metal Thangz,
The Cowsills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Danielle Patucci,
F. McDonald,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Iggy Pop,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
Pantytec,
The Mojo Men,
Warsaw,
Tim Buckley,
Kenny Larkin,
the Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.