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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Erasure to the punk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Mark Hollis,
Stiv Bators,
Ultimate Spinach,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
The Names,
Sandy B,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Nils Olav,
Kaleidoscope,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantytec,
The Raincoats,
Darondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
The Trojans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
Intrusion,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
Rufus Thomas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
Althea and Donna,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
EPMD,
Skarface,
Fela Kuti,
June of 44,
Bill Wells,
The Residents,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Duran Duran,
Josef K,
Michelle Simonal,
Ludus,
The Invisible,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brick,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gang Gang Dance,
Accadde A,
Vainqueur,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.