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 Bolivia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 H. Thieme to the disco 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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cybotron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Schoolly D,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Alphaville,
Goldenarms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Moon,
Steve Hackett,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
Lower 48,
Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
The Leaves,
The Cramps,
Quantec,
Toni Rubio,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
The Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cure,
E-Dancer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABBA,
New Order,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moleskins,
Radiohead,
The Star Department,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Adolescents,
Connie Case,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
Derrick Morgan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mad Mike,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.