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 Brazil and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 La Düsseldorf to the funk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
Max Romeo,
Surgeon,
Newcleus,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
Minny Pops,
Symarip,
Ludus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yaz,
Robert Görl,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fatback Band,
Joe Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bad Manners,
Pussy Galore,
48th St. Collective,
Blossom Toes,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Malaria!,
Eli Mardock,
In Retrospect,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fluxion,
The Cramps,
Marmalade,
FM Einheit,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wally Richardson,
The Busters,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
Quando Quango,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Bob Dylan,
The Human League,
Eurythmics,
Alison Limerick,
The Dead C,
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.