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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Sound Behaviour to the jazz 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Ultravox,
Pulsallama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Almond,
Ossler,
Visage,
New Order,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
Crooked Eye,
MDC,
Surgeon,
Kool Moe Dee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rod Modell,
Cameo,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rekid,
Hasil Adkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
The Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Silicon Teens,
Roxette,
Ken Boothe,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Rundgren,
Eden Ahbez,
Drexciya,
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
The Cowsills,
Boz Scaggs,
Arcadia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T.S.O.L.,
New York Dolls,
Smog,
Fluxion,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One,
Marine Girls,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Das Ding,
Massinfluence,
Severed Heads,
DNA,
Yaz,
The Fugs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.