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 St Lucia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ponytail,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fortunes,
Monolake,
China Crisis,
One Last Wish,
Sight & Sound,
Ossler,
The Index,
Groovy Waters,
Bauhaus,
X-Ray Spex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mars,
B.T. Express,
Easy Going,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Lynne,
Skriet,
Donny Hathaway,
Leonard Cohen,
Harry Pussy,
Delta 5,
Moss Icon,
Black Sheep,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
The Cowsills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Excepter,
Underground Resistance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Normal,
Section 25,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reuben Wilson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Rotary Connection,
Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
Agent Orange,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantytec,
Wolf Eyes,
Spandau Ballet,
Eurythmics,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.