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 Ethiopia and from New York.
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 Lyon and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Dave Gahan,
Blossom Toes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang of Four,
Derrick Morgan,
Von Mondo,
The Barracudas,
Sun City Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Make Up,
Supertramp,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
Silicon Teens,
Country Teasers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Misunderstood,
Angry Samoans,
Rekid,
Jacques Brel,
Fad Gadget,
Fatback Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Sam Rivers,
Sixth Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
Suicide,
The Smoke,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pop Group,
AZ,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Visage,
John Holt,
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Busters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mark Hollis,
Livin' Joy,
Boredoms,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
Morten Harket,
Aaron Thompson,
Faust,
James White and The Blacks,
The Martian,
Tears for Fears,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Audionom,
Sparks,
The Young Rascals,
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.