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 Sweden and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Angels of Light to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
EPMD,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiopuhelimet,
JFA,
the Bar-Kays,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joey Negro,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gap Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Magazine,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wings,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
The Victims,
Danielle Patucci,
Make Up,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
The Dead C,
Subhumans,
Motorama,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
UT,
Judy Mowatt,
Adolescents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moleskins,
The Mummies,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
Los Fastidios,
Kayak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
Eli Mardock,
Stetsasonic,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker,
Heaven 17,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scion,
The Tremeloes,
Moby Grape,
The Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.