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 Cameroon 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rapeman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
cv313,
Glenn Branca,
The Happenings,
Magazine,
Au Pairs,
Barrington Levy,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DNA,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra,
Chris Corsano,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harmonia,
Negative Approach,
The Gladiators,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Guru Guru,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Model 500,
Maurizio,
Joey Negro,
Pole,
The Cramps,
Erasure,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Terry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare,
the Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minutemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gories,
Blake Baxter,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
Marine Girls,
Flipper,
Ken Boothe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.