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 Gambia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Pantytec to the funk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Radiohead,
Grauzone,
Eddi Front,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Metal Thangz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deakin,
Khruangbin,
Gerry Rafferty,
This Heat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
Circle Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Japan,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
Rapeman,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gories,
The Move,
Black Moon,
Delta 5,
Black Flag,
June of 44,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The United States of America,
Babytalk,
Magma,
The Busters,
Nirvana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tomorrow,
Ronan,
The New Christs,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
Lakeside,
The Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Godley & Creme,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
Maleditus Sound,
K-Klass,
Ultimate Spinach,
Adolescents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television Personalities,
Darondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
Matthew Bourne,
Desert Stars,
the Germs,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.