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 Spain and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Pierre Henry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
Donald Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fuzztones,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doors,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
Duran Duran,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
Whodini,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quadrant,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fall,
Faust,
DNA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jandek,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantytec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stetsasonic,
The Tremeloes,
The Star Department,
Gichy Dan,
Lyres,
Sparks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
Roger Hodgson,
Monolake,
the Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Darondo,
Grauzone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.