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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Eve St. Jones to the rap 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Andrew Hill,
Eli Mardock,
Magazine,
Con Funk Shun,
The Music Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mojo Men,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moss Icon,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Adolescents,
Von Mondo,
Robert Görl,
Ronan,
Ossler,
This Heat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultra Naté,
Fat Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonic Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Excepter,
Arcadia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skarface,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suicide,
Pet Shop Boys,
FM Einheit,
Masters at Work,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sound Behaviour,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Au Pairs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
The Neon Judgement,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.