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 Kosovo and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Susan Cadogan to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
DJ Sneak,
Nico,
Excepter,
Howard Jones,
ABC,
John Foxx,
The Moleskins,
Swell Maps,
Fugazi,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
Connie Case,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boredoms,
Jerry's Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless,
The American Breed,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fuzztones,
Joensuu 1685,
Sandy B,
Max Romeo,
Fad Gadget,
Infiniti,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack,
Popol Vuh,
Kayak,
Bronski Beat,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
The United States of America,
The Black Dice,
Danielle Patucci,
Organ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tim Buckley,
Ludus,
the Bar-Kays,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
Quadrant,
Angry Samoans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Copeland,
Magma,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.