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 Eritrea and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Swell Maps to the grunge 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Icehouse,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Pantaleimon,
Gang of Four,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
Buzzcocks,
The Leaves,
Camberwell Now,
Sällskapet,
ABC,
Wire,
Black Moon,
Rufus Thomas,
Hardrive,
Warsaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Television Personalities,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Marc Almond,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minny Pops,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Cluster,
Johnny Osbourne,
MDC,
Ponytail,
Hashim,
Eric Copeland,
June of 44,
Moebius,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Freddie Wadling,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nico,
Bill Near,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.