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 Singapore and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yusef Lateef to the rock 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Malaria!,
Yusef Lateef,
Blancmange,
Godley & Creme,
The Monks,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Five Americans,
Q and Not U,
Tim Buckley,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Janne Schatter,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
The Doobie Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Osbourne,
K-Klass,
Rufus Thomas,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Martian,
Ultravox,
The Misunderstood,
Funky Four + One,
Donald Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
The Evens,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Porter Ricks,
ABC,
David McCallum,
Cymande,
T. Rex,
Sarah Menescal,
The Motions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül,
The Smiths,
The Fortunes,
Iggy Pop,
Heaven 17,
Pussy Galore,
The Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick May,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blake Baxter,
The Dave Clark Five,
a-ha,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.