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 Burundi and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Silicon Teens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
Scratch Acid,
Faraquet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moss Icon,
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
Vladislav Delay,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Inner City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
Josef K,
The Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Joey Negro,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Martian,
Tommy Roe,
The Wake,
Khruangbin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brick,
Crime,
Camouflage,
Alice Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
The Golliwogs,
Deadbeat,
Bang On A Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quadrant,
Gastr Del Sol,
Duran Duran,
Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suburban Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
The Happenings,
Althea and Donna,
Section 25,
the Bar-Kays,
the Association,
Mo-Dettes,
Lakeside,
Terry Callier,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
The Durutti Column,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Underground Resistance,
Oblivians,
Infiniti,
New Order,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Intrusion,
Piero Umiliani,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.