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 Zimbabwe and from Halifax.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the electroclash 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Marc Almond,
The Victims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
Ituana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Accadde A,
The Smoke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Lynne,
Wings,
The Fuzztones,
The Leaves,
Derrick Morgan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
FM Einheit,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Das Ding,
Adolescents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aaron Thompson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
Byron Stingily,
John Foxx,
Alison Limerick,
The Music Machine,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
10cc,
Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Flipper,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yaz,
Excepter,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.