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 Malta and from London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 48th St. Collective to the dance 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oneida,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mummies,
the Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Index,
Lou Christie,
Ultra Naté,
Rufus Thomas,
Mark Hollis,
Josef K,
Ornette Coleman,
Pierre Henry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tommy Roe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Main Source,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sarah Menescal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Icehouse,
John Foxx,
The Buckinghams,
Tres Demented,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warsaw,
Slave,
Mr. Review,
Wasted Youth,
The Stooges,
Visage,
David McCallum,
Mars,
The Cramps,
PIL,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Subhumans,
B.T. Express,
Joey Negro,
Jandek,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gap Band,
LL Cool J,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mantronix,
Chris & Cosey,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.