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 Indonesia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
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 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 Fatback Band to the disco 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Offenders,
Dawn Penn,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
Country Teasers,
John Foxx,
Don Cherry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aural Exciters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster,
Black Bananas,
Young Marble Giants,
The Buckinghams,
The Fall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Almond,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Patti Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Barracudas,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
L. Decosne,
The Kinks,
The Beau Brummels,
Boredoms,
Ken Boothe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Von Mondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Mr. Review,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
Interpol,
Prince Buster,
Joensuu 1685,
Erasure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
Youth Brigade,
AZ,
Bizarre Inc.,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris & Cosey,
Byron Stingily,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drexciya,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neu!,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.