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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Fluxion to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Hardrive,
Tim Buckley,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Au Pairs,
Liliput,
Buzzcocks,
Soul II Soul,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan,
The Index,
Neu!,
Television,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
The Gories,
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Birthday Party,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Procol Harum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nico,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Hill,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
Loose Ends,
Joey Negro,
Kaleidoscope,
Pagans,
Essential Logic,
Eden Ahbez,
Oneida,
Amon Düül II,
Alton Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
David Bowie,
Howard Jones,
Ultravox,
Toni Rubio,
Maleditus Sound,
The Count Five,
Los Fastidios,
Chrome,
Isaac Hayes,
Steve Hackett,
The Tremeloes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blake Baxter,
David McCallum,
Excepter,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.