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 Libya and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Spandau Ballet to the punk 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Alphaville,
The Blackbyrds,
Section 25,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABC,
Newcleus,
Camberwell Now,
The Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Can,
Audionom,
Spandau Ballet,
Blake Baxter,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed,
the Association,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wolf Eyes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barrington Levy,
Flash Fearless,
Ossler,
Mark Hollis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wally Richardson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronan,
Robert Wyatt,
The Happenings,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Deakin,
Maurizio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Toasters,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sound,
The Birthday Party,
The Gladiators,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fall,
Aswad,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bauhaus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.