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 Antigua and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pylon to the jazz 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Al Stewart,
Davy DMX,
Man Eating Sloth,
T.S.O.L.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
the Human League,
Supertramp,
Severed Heads,
Graham Central Station,
Ten City,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
Wire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters,
Pierre Henry,
Quando Quango,
Lucky Dragons,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moleskins,
The Residents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Connie Case,
Mars,
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eurythmics,
Sun City Girls,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
JFA,
The Cure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bad Manners,
Duran Duran,
Boredoms,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monolake,
Newcleus,
The Fortunes,
Porter Ricks,
The Busters,
The Smiths,
Robert Hood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.