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 Sudan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amon Düül II to the dance 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The New Christs,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
Darondo,
Smog,
John Cale,
The Smoke,
Loose Ends,
Pantytec,
In Retrospect,
Junior Murvin,
Section 25,
Niagra,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Michelle Simonal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronnie Foster,
Absolute Body Control,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacob Miller,
The Tremeloes,
Aaron Thompson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Happenings,
Quantec,
Make Up,
Stetsasonic,
World's Most,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monolake,
Yazoo,
FM Einheit,
ABC,
Blancmange,
Camouflage,
Shuggie Otis,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cybotron,
The Young Rascals,
Godley & Creme,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
The Fortunes,
Liliput,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.