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 Mongolia and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vainqueur to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Machine,
The Star Department,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Mills,
PIL,
Ohio Players,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mad Mike,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
Kerri Chandler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mission of Burma,
Fluxion,
Dark Day,
Quantec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joensuu 1685,
Scan 7,
Pagans,
Ultravox,
Mark Hollis,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed,
Heaven 17,
Gichy Dan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sandy B,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moody Blues,
Spoonie Gee,
Al Stewart,
Juan Atkins,
The Pop Group,
Lalo Schifrin,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
The Residents,
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
Chris & Cosey,
Eurythmics,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
The Angels of Light,
The Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Erykah Badu,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.