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 Australia and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the disco 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Al Stewart,
Black Moon,
Young Marble Giants,
Q and Not U,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Qualms,
John Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
the Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Massinfluence,
Hoover,
The Gun Club,
Heaven 17,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tears for Fears,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mark Hollis,
Absolute Body Control,
Henry Cow,
Television,
Accadde A,
Patti Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Womack,
Ralphi Rosario,
CMW,
Circle Jerks,
Cymande,
Swell Maps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Motorama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cluster,
Moebius,
F. McDonald,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Depeche Mode,
Lalo Schifrin,
Desert Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Jacques Brel,
Severed Heads,
The Associates,
Fear,
Bush Tetras,
Au Pairs,
Kaleidoscope,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
Can,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.