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 Netherlands 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 K-Klass to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Human League,
Easy Going,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rekid,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
Sex Pistols,
Inner City,
Theoretical Girls,
H. Thieme,
The Walker Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra,
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doors,
Curtis Mayfield,
Organ,
Buzzcocks,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Fraelich,
The Searchers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
Rotary Connection,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
Bill Near,
Kayak,
F. McDonald,
The Detroit Cobras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
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Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Tremeloes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flash Fearless,
Josef K,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
Blake Baxter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantytec,
The Kinks,
The Dead C,
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Godley & Creme,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.