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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the electroclash 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K,
DJ Style,
Jerry's Kids,
Bluetip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barbara Tucker,
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
Marshall Jefferson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pere Ubu,
Q65,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tomorrow,
AZ,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
Pole,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Darondo,
The Remains,
John Holt,
Stetsasonic,
Howard Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Lydon,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Can,
Gang Green,
Robert Hood,
Sam Rivers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Index,
ABBA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Görl,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mummies,
Dave Gahan,
This Heat,
Jeff Lynne,
Khruangbin,
Circle Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New York Dolls,
Blossom Toes,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Inner City,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.