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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 U.S. Maple to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Beau Brummels,
K-Klass,
Infiniti,
Neu!,
Yazoo,
Intrusion,
Howard Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Make Up,
Bauhaus,
Soft Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Ponytail,
Marc Almond,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
Amazonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Sam Rivers,
Audionom,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronan,
Jacques Brel,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donald Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Public Image Ltd.,
U.S. Maple,
The Doobie Brothers,
Parry Music,
Television Personalities,
Delta 5,
Public Enemy,
Eric Dolphy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Standells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Association,
Lakeside,
kango's stein massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.