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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 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?
Soul II Soul,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Charles Mingus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ken Boothe,
Subhumans,
Fad Gadget,
the Germs,
Fat Boys,
Bad Manners,
Mantronix,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
Chris & Cosey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crash Course in Science,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siglo XX,
Simply Red,
Dawn Penn,
The Monochrome Set,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Dual Sessions,
Minny Pops,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
Metal Thangz,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Sneak,
Sarah Menescal,
Darondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Angels of Light,
Carl Craig,
The Zeros,
Pantytec,
Little Man,
Leonard Cohen,
The Young Rascals,
Freddie Wadling,
Lungfish,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
Scan 7,
Tom Boy,
Jandek,
Television,
Slave,
Jeff Lynne,
Silicon Teens,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.