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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Drexciya to the jazz 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Halsall,
Harmonia,
Fat Boys,
John Coltrane,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
The Leaves,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Germs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Near,
Marvin Gaye,
David Bowie,
Parry Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABBA,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Don Cherry,
The Red Krayola,
Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
The Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Royal Trux,
Bad Manners,
48th St. Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Flag,
Infiniti,
Das Ding,
John Lydon,
Bootsy Collins,
The Music Machine,
Cameo,
Black Moon,
Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Axelrod,
The Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Main Source,
Alton Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronnie Foster,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.