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 Albania and from London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rock 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Davy DMX,
Essential Logic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Sheep,
Underground Resistance,
Newcleus,
Jandek,
Gang Starr,
Animal Collective,
Skarface,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed,
Minutemen,
Eric Dolphy,
The Techniques,
New York Dolls,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
Amazonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Das Ding,
Depeche Mode,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lungfish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Flag,
Pet Shop Boys,
Interpol,
Blossom Toes,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Massinfluence,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sight & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
Fluxion,
Severed Heads,
Albert Ayler,
cv313,
Bang On A Can,
Swans,
Grauzone,
Public Enemy,
ABC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magma,
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.