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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Vladislav Delay to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
Tres Demented,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rekid,
The Last Poets,
Todd Rundgren,
Lightning Bolt,
New York Dolls,
Lakeside,
Bauhaus,
Icehouse,
Cluster,
The Walker Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
Amazonics,
Darondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young,
Flipper,
John Lydon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Piero Umiliani,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flamin' Groovies,
KRS-One,
Visage,
Josef K,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Subhumans,
Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Warsaw,
New Age Steppers,
Patti Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scion,
June Days,
Flash Fearless,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
The Blackbyrds,
The American Breed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
U.S. Maple,
Franke,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.