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 Oman and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 CMW to the techno 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Slackers,
The Blues Magoos,
Pole,
Derrick May,
Khruangbin,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
Tom Boy,
T. Rex,
Leonard Cohen,
Lungfish,
Lou Christie,
Godley & Creme,
The Techniques,
DNA,
Mandrill,
Suburban Knight,
Agitation Free,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker,
Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Soulsonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
Sixth Finger,
Alphaville,
B.T. Express,
Deakin,
Liliput,
Alison Limerick,
Skarface,
Archie Shepp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Pus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scientists,
The Fuzztones,
Buzzcocks,
The Angels of Light,
Aaron Thompson,
a-ha,
Rod Modell,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul II Soul,
Neu!,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra,
The Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Eddi Front,
The Fall,
World's Most,
Faust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.