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 Belize and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Q65 to the dance 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
Suicide,
Scratch Acid,
James White and The Blacks,
The Offenders,
The New Christs,
Max Romeo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
Rosa Yemen,
Mandrill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pagans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mr. Review,
The Smoke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Josef K,
Vladislav Delay,
Zero Boys,
Funkadelic,
Fluxion,
Chris & Cosey,
Accadde A,
Basic Channel,
Juan Atkins,
John Foxx,
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
Hashim,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
Spoonie Gee,
Cluster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Almond,
The Dead C,
Donny Hathaway,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tim Buckley,
Monolake,
Blancmange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
These Immortal Souls,
Iggy Pop,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television,
Cybotron,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blackbyrds,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.