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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 New Christs to the techno 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Theoretical Girls,
L. Decosne,
FM Einheit,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
Slave,
Tom Boy,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
Quantec,
Kerri Chandler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Wake,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
The Move,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visage,
Soft Machine,
Outsiders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Desert Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Guru Guru,
The Residents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
Camouflage,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ludus,
Nik Kershaw,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Schoolly D,
LL Cool J,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Carl Craig,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cheater Slicks,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mighty Diamonds,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.