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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Joe Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Techniques,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Supertramp,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Swans,
Masters at Work,
Skriet,
Sixth Finger,
Technova,
Roxette,
New York Dolls,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Interpol,
EPMD,
The Standells,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Niagra,
Essential Logic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reuben Wilson,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
Funky Four + One,
The Invisible,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
Massinfluence,
AZ,
The Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maurizio,
Drexciya,
The Smoke,
Jerry's Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ken Boothe,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
Jawbox,
Rod Modell,
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chrome,
The Sound,
David McCallum,
Sparks,
John Foxx,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.