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 Cuba and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Move to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
the Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
Model 500,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cybotron,
The Selecter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiohead,
Livin' Joy,
Procol Harum,
The Associates,
Sarah Menescal,
Yaz,
Warren Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
The Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
Dual Sessions,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Evens,
Jandek,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Rundgren,
Iggy Pop,
The Music Machine,
Maurizio,
Shoche,
Jacques Brel,
Public Enemy,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Normal,
Junior Murvin,
Unwound,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Max Romeo,
David McCallum,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Mills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
FM Einheit,
Accadde A,
Lindisfarne,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.