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 South Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Malaria! to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Symarip,
Hashim,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
Minutemen,
Magazine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Leaves,
Jeff Lynne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Last Poets,
Oblivians,
Kevin Saunderson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec,
The Residents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
One Last Wish,
Brand Nubian,
Pulsallama,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mojo Men,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlback,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
LL Cool J,
The Wake,
Rod Modell,
The Remains,
The Gladiators,
Whodini,
Kerri Chandler,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Foxx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Motions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Slave,
Josef K,
the Germs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Das Ding,
Anthony Braxton,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.