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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Eric Copeland,
Kenny Larkin,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fall,
Urselle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Qualms,
Bootsy Collins,
Scan 7,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Altered Images,
Nirvana,
Barry Ungar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brass Construction,
Eurythmics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mo-Dettes,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
the Association,
The Golliwogs,
Rufus Thomas,
Gong,
The Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smoke,
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters,
Young Marble Giants,
Swans,
Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
Ludus,
Duran Duran,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hot Snakes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sarah Menescal,
Flipper,
D'Angelo,
The Modern Lovers,
Lungfish,
The Slackers,
Agitation Free,
the Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reagan Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Negative Approach,
Bizarre Inc.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Hood,
Dawn Penn,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.