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 Argentina and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 10cc to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Babytalk,
June of 44,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sugar Minott,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
Little Man,
Clear Light,
Depeche Mode,
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Sheep,
Fugazi,
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young,
Michelle Simonal,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Starr,
The Names,
10cc,
Amon Düül II,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Swans,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Excepter,
Piero Umiliani,
T. Rex,
Inner City,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
Heaven 17,
Pylon,
The Associates,
The J.B.'s,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Real Kids,
R.M.O.,
a-ha,
Josef K,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.