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 Vietnam and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Maurizio to the dance 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Altered Images,
Pet Shop Boys,
Severed Heads,
Neu!,
The Associates,
Darondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rotary Connection,
Skarface,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
Erasure,
Agent Orange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
Skriet,
Bauhaus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ludus,
Sound Behaviour,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul II Soul,
The Buckinghams,
Alton Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Juan Atkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
OOIOO,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Bowie,
New Age Steppers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sparks,
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman,
Echospace,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Country Teasers,
Lyres,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Royal Trux,
The Wake,
Crooked Eye,
The Trojans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jandek,
The Gap Band,
Duran Duran,
Erykah Badu,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.