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 Vietnam and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Arab on Radar to the electroclash 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Cramps,
Scientists,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Albert Ayler,
Pylon,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blackbyrds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul II Soul,
Outsiders,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
John Holt,
AZ,
Lungfish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalann,
Grauzone,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
The Zeros,
Erasure,
Lou Christie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC,
Howard Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Carl Craig,
Absolute Body Control,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxette,
Young Marble Giants,
Maurizio,
Fugazi,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harmonia,
The Martian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May,
Clear Light,
Babytalk,
In Retrospect,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.