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 Netherlands and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels,
Skarface,
The Mummies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scan 7,
Hot Snakes,
Rapeman,
Crime,
Eden Ahbez,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Second Layer,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
Monolake,
Groovy Waters,
Warren Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Fraelich,
Patti Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Prince Buster,
Deadbeat,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
Tom Boy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alison Limerick,
Schoolly D,
Toni Rubio,
Oblivians,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
E-Dancer,
Eddi Front,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
Piero Umiliani,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nils Olav,
Bang On A Can,
Shoche,
David Bowie,
Funky Four + One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hardrive,
China Crisis,
Kayak,
Eric Dolphy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T.S.O.L.,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.