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 Ukraine and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Velvet Underground to the crunk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
One Last Wish,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
UT,
Skaos,
Zapp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brothers Johnson,
Nirvana,
Quantec,
The Kinks,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Holt,
Scrapy,
Bobby Womack,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gong,
Yellowson,
Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lyres,
Piero Umiliani,
Cal Tjader,
Janne Schatter,
a-ha,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mo-Dettes,
Agent Orange,
Agitation Free,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-102,
Half Japanese,
Vainqueur,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacob Miller,
Zero Boys,
Roxy Music,
New Age Steppers,
Popol Vuh,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Slick Rick,
Donny Hathaway,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mandrill,
Colin Newman,
Ornette Coleman,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.