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 Belarus and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Funky Four + One to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Parry Music,
D'Angelo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Main Source,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Barracudas,
Harmonia,
Thee Headcoats,
The Move,
Sun City Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxette,
Lyres,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pylon,
Carl Craig,
Bill Near,
Public Enemy,
Oneida,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quantec,
the Association,
Pantaleimon,
The Mojo Men,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hardrive,
Livin' Joy,
Easy Going,
John Holt,
The Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Fraelich,
Roger Hodgson,
John Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Normal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Misunderstood,
B.T. Express,
ABBA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Nas,
Darondo,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
Marc Almond,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Bowie,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.