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 Canada and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Ludus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
cv313,
Sonic Youth,
Das Ding,
Ultra Naté,
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players,
Television,
Don Cherry,
Kayak,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gladiators,
The Trojans,
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moebius,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fuzztones,
Janne Schatter,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jandek,
Rotary Connection,
Charles Mingus,
Zapp,
Danielle Patucci,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minor Threat,
The Stooges,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
AZ,
Shoche,
Goldenarms,
Sound Behaviour,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dark Day,
Quadrant,
T. Rex,
the Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Smog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Infiniti,
Gang Starr,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kurtis Blow,
Cal Tjader,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.