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 Sweden and from New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 David McCallum to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chrome,
Carl Craig,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
Al Stewart,
Hasil Adkins,
Moebius,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Idris Muhammad,
The Trojans,
Derrick May,
Eden Ahbez,
Freddie Wadling,
One Last Wish,
This Heat,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
Blossom Toes,
Inner City,
John Holt,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Swans,
Blancmange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
Glenn Branca,
Black Bananas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool Moe Dee,
June Days,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
Charles Mingus,
Das Ding,
PIL,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rufus Thomas,
LL Cool J,
The Motions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zapp,
Peter & Gordon,
Marine Girls,
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.