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 Dominican Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeru the Damaja to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suicide,
Ken Boothe,
X-101,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Althea and Donna,
Don Cherry,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter and Kerry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker,
Scientists,
Barbara Tucker,
Sixth Finger,
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fugs,
The Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sight & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Con Funk Shun,
Essential Logic,
Sällskapet,
Simply Red,
Wire,
Groovy Waters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camouflage,
The Busters,
Vladislav Delay,
Josef K,
Arab on Radar,
Hardrive,
La Düsseldorf,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
The Barracudas,
the Swans,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.