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 Denmark and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rap 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Kenny Larkin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Lydon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Livin' Joy,
Ten City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Modern Lovers,
Connie Case,
Byron Stingily,
Black Bananas,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne,
Q65,
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani,
Qualms,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare,
Freddie Wadling,
D'Angelo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deakin,
The Fire Engines,
The Litter,
The J.B.'s,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
The Busters,
Rod Modell,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
Mandrill,
Goldenarms,
Slick Rick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suicide,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Rundgren,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
The Monks,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sam Rivers,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.