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 Brazil and from Lille.
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 Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris Corsano 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suburban Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unwound,
Peter and Kerry,
Chrome,
Jandek,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
Royal Trux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gories,
Dead Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flash Fearless,
Youth Brigade,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
Faust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ossler,
Los Fastidios,
The Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
In Retrospect,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
Rufus Thomas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sparks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Foxx,
Howard Jones,
Neu!,
Gichy Dan,
H. Thieme,
The Smiths,
Mr. Review,
Monks,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.