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 Turkmenistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 David McCallum to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Barracudas,
Bill Near,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
Q65,
Zero Boys,
Hardrive,
Darondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Brand Nubian,
Thompson Twins,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
D'Angelo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Index,
Erasure,
Bill Wells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Procol Harum,
John Coltrane,
Skarface,
Pole,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
MDC,
Pussy Galore,
Magma,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter & Gordon,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
Flipper,
Subhumans,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters,
Japan,
Urselle,
Camouflage,
Agitation Free,
Kaleidoscope,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
Goldenarms,
F. McDonald,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
Joyce Sims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.