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 Italy and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Enemy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Don Cherry,
Heaven 17,
The Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Terry,
Wally Richardson,
The Star Department,
Absolute Body Control,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
Roy Ayers,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
The Monks,
Cybotron,
Erykah Badu,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
Suburban Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Barry Ungar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zapp,
Ossler,
The United States of America,
Sällskapet,
Soul II Soul,
Bob Dylan,
Livin' Joy,
Dennis Brown,
The Remains,
Essential Logic,
Spoonie Gee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang of Four,
Organ,
The Five Americans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sandy B,
Agent Orange,
ABC,
Matthew Halsall,
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ken Boothe,
The Mojo Men,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gichy Dan,
The Grass Roots,
The Saints,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.