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 Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
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 harpsichord 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 Index to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang of Four,
The Monks,
Althea and Donna,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moby Grape,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dirtbombs,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cybotron,
Chris Corsano,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arcadia,
Pierre Henry,
Mandrill,
Ornette Coleman,
Brass Construction,
Sun City Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Joensuu 1685,
Throbbing Gristle,
KRS-One,
The Misunderstood,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Görl,
Alison Limerick,
Boz Scaggs,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kenny Larkin,
the Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
Sugar Minott,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
The United States of America,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Barracudas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
Byron Stingily,
The Cure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
Ultravox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.