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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
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 spring reverb 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Flipper,
The Human League,
Henry Cow,
Kenny Larkin,
Vainqueur,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Massinfluence,
Anakelly,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Sneak,
Japan,
Radio Birdman,
The Black Dice,
Con Funk Shun,
Dennis Brown,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker,
Niagra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Toni Rubio,
The Remains,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
Slave,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Colin Newman,
Soul II Soul,
Theoretical Girls,
Moebius,
Joyce Sims,
Sun City Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
The Barracudas,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
The Golliwogs,
John Holt,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantaleimon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Star Department,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Mills,
H. Thieme,
Essential Logic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
Pulsallama,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.