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 Belize and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Slick Rick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Moody Blues,
The Associates,
Basic Channel,
Eve St. Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Metal Thangz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Sheep,
Sound Behaviour,
Sister Nancy,
Mark Hollis,
Buzzcocks,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
The Smiths,
The Human League,
The Cramps,
Livin' Joy,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Mills,
Boredoms,
Main Source,
Faust,
K-Klass,
The Sonics,
Crime,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry's Kids,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers,
The Sound,
Hashim,
Scan 7,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxy Music,
Quando Quango,
Glenn Branca,
Silicon Teens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gastr Del Sol,
Letta Mbulu,
The Modern Lovers,
Swell Maps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pagans,
Junior Murvin,
Roger Hodgson,
Popol Vuh,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hardrive,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultravox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.