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 Laos 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Man Eating Sloth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
L. Decosne,
The Golliwogs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Popol Vuh,
Arcadia,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
Mission of Burma,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
Agent Orange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soulsonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Loose Ends,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shoche,
Kaleidoscope,
The Skatalites,
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
Symarip,
Rosa Yemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Groovy Waters,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultravox,
Grauzone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q65,
Can,
Juan Atkins,
Funky Four + One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Names,
Donald Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Sam Rivers,
OOIOO,
David McCallum,
ABBA,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
The Offenders,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker,
Ronan,
The Young Rascals,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.