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 Austria and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Camberwell Now to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
Don Cherry,
The Fortunes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Busters,
Fear,
Sarah Menescal,
Kurtis Blow,
Lakeside,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MDC,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maurizio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
48th St. Collective,
Accadde A,
Eden Ahbez,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Michelle Simonal,
Lungfish,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The American Breed,
Q65,
Blossom Toes,
Inner City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pussy Galore,
the Association,
Dave Gahan,
Black Pus,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Darondo,
PIL,
DJ Style,
The Litter,
Camouflage,
Prince Buster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
Panda Bear,
Guru Guru,
Ultra Naté,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
Bush Tetras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.