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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Wyatt,
Pagans,
Monolake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gap Band,
Surgeon,
The Trojans,
Wire,
the Germs,
Organ,
Pantytec,
The Associates,
Dual Sessions,
Supertramp,
Kerri Chandler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare,
Public Enemy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Shoche,
Average White Band,
Depeche Mode,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra,
The Mummies,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
The Doors,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Can,
Mandrill,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
Loose Ends,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ornette Coleman,
The Kinks,
Moss Icon,
The Music Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II,
Unrelated Segments,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.