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 South Sudan and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Womack to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Severed Heads,
The Wake,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
Lalann,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mummies,
Lungfish,
Jeff Lynne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smiths,
Agent Orange,
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
Magma,
Eurythmics,
The Golliwogs,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter and Kerry,
The Happenings,
Bob Dylan,
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
Pantytec,
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson,
Dennis Brown,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Stockholm Monsters,
Archie Shepp,
Ohio Players,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Starr,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quando Quango,
Lower 48,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
Barry Ungar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
Darondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moebius,
Lou Christie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Audionom,
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.