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 Cameroon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Coltrane to the disco 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Urselle,
The Divine Comedy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neu!,
Crash Course in Science,
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Modern Lovers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Mills,
The Doors,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
Main Source,
Alphaville,
Shuggie Otis,
The Music Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Cal Tjader,
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
CMW,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
kango's stein massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dead C,
Lindisfarne,
Carl Craig,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Judy Mowatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kayak,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Loose Ends,
Erykah Badu,
Vainqueur,
Oneida,
Tommy Roe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.