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 Micronesia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Moss Icon to the rap 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cal Tjader,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skriet,
The Monks,
Accadde A,
The Index,
Erasure,
Morten Harket,
The Gladiators,
Kenny Larkin,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wasted Youth,
a-ha,
JFA,
Altered Images,
Soulsonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faraquet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gun Club,
The Dirtbombs,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agitation Free,
The Offenders,
The Beau Brummels,
F. McDonald,
Severed Heads,
ABC,
Eurythmics,
The Black Dice,
The Blues Magoos,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Livin' Joy,
Urselle,
Gong,
Alice Coltrane,
Cameo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
Easy Going,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxette,
Dead Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.