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 Denmark and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
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 rhodes 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 Siglo XX to the techno 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sandy B,
Qualms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eddi Front,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Toasters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Mills,
Letta Mbulu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Royal Trux,
Maleditus Sound,
KRS-One,
Ten City,
Lungfish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
a-ha,
Wasted Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stereo Dub,
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Motorama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television Personalities,
Depeche Mode,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Supertramp,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
The Fall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
Vladislav Delay,
The Human League,
Scan 7,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agent Orange,
Grey Daturas,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.