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 Djibouti and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pantytec to the dance 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
Kurtis Blow,
Morten Harket,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
Duran Duran,
Glenn Branca,
The Fugs,
Niagra,
Nas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Deadbeat,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
K-Klass,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
Depeche Mode,
Kas Product,
Funky Four + One,
Pere Ubu,
James White and The Blacks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Carl Craig,
Delta 5,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yaz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agent Orange,
The Misunderstood,
Shoche,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Copeland,
Bizarre Inc.,
Al Stewart,
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur,
Camberwell Now,
Excepter,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stetsasonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-102,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.