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 Senegal and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Nas to the grunge 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Rotary Connection,
L. Decosne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marine Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ossler,
Moss Icon,
John Foxx,
CMW,
Livin' Joy,
Royal Trux,
Anthony Braxton,
Eurythmics,
Mission of Burma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultra Naté,
Eve St. Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul II Soul,
Radiopuhelimet,
Model 500,
Second Layer,
Warren Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Porter Ricks,
David McCallum,
Oneida,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
The Alarm Clocks,
Simply Red,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
Black Pus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Infiniti,
Sandy B,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magma,
Jeff Lynne,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
Vladislav Delay,
Intrusion,
Animal Collective,
the Normal,
Angry Samoans,
Fluxion,
Depeche Mode,
Silicon Teens,
Sparks,
Magazine,
Robert Hood,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.