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 Russia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
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 theremin 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
Whodini,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Swell Maps,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Five Americans,
The Cure,
Quando Quango,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions,
B.T. Express,
David Bowie,
New York Dolls,
Little Man,
Soft Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Trumans Water,
Hashim,
Au Pairs,
Outsiders,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Order,
Tres Demented,
Morten Harket,
Crime,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Bourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Minny Pops,
Basic Channel,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
Japan,
Technova,
Lucky Dragons,
Crooked Eye,
Wire,
Robert Hood,
The Music Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Fraelich,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nation of Ulysses,
R.M.O.,
Erykah Badu,
The Leaves,
Letta Mbulu,
The Offenders,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.