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 Afghanistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Isaac Hayes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Mummies,
Gabor Szabo,
Barbara Tucker,
Deakin,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Sherman,
The Index,
Donald Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris Corsano,
MC5,
The Wake,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
Black Bananas,
Blossom Toes,
MDC,
John Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
CMW,
Joy Division,
Bronski Beat,
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
Dorothy Ashby,
Symarip,
David Axelrod,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yazoo,
Visage,
Nico,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cybotron,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Mars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun City Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Machine,
Zapp,
DNA,
Jacques Brel,
Marvin Gaye,
Harmonia,
John Holt,
The Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
One Last Wish,
Lucky Dragons,
X-Ray Spex,
Cameo,
Lyres,
The Fortunes,
Porter Ricks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.