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 Uruguay and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Susan Cadogan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
Anakelly,
Loose Ends,
Sam Rivers,
Little Man,
Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Bobby Womack,
Sun City Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Kerri Chandler,
T.S.O.L.,
Echospace,
Derrick May,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Five Americans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yaz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sandy B,
Barclay James Harvest,
Animal Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Model 500,
Dorothy Ashby,
Symarip,
The Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ken Boothe,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ohio Players,
MC5,
Steve Hackett,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
Dawn Penn,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Desert Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Fluxion,
DJ Sneak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liliput,
KRS-One,
Japan,
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
John Cale,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.