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 Burkina and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Tubeway Army to the dance 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Trumans Water,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Newcleus,
Al Stewart,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
the Association,
The Names,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
Neu!,
Massinfluence,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eurythmics,
Vladislav Delay,
Soulsonic Force,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Star Department,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Young Rascals,
R.M.O.,
Idris Muhammad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Offenders,
Erasure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare,
X-102,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
Khruangbin,
The Gun Club,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Knickerbockers,
Arab on Radar,
Byron Stingily,
The Birthday Party,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slackers,
Fluxion,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Green,
the Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Animal Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.