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 France and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 the Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
The Vogues,
U.S. Maple,
Maleditus Sound,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Wire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Black Dice,
the Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
the Germs,
Can,
Colin Newman,
Thompson Twins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cybotron,
The Skatalites,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Starr,
MC5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Essential Logic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
The Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Rotary Connection,
Yusef Lateef,
Wings,
Deakin,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Brick,
Scrapy,
New Order,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blake Baxter,
Suicide,
The Raincoats,
Bronski Beat,
Kurtis Blow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Severed Heads,
Symarip,
Blancmange,
T. Rex,
The Wake,
ABC,
Janne Schatter,
Vladislav Delay,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.