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 Benin and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter & Gordon to the disco 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach,
H. Thieme,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
Ice-T,
Grauzone,
Wings,
MC5,
Minny Pops,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
Smog,
Porter Ricks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fall,
Vainqueur,
KRS-One,
Talk Talk,
New Age Steppers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skaos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Organ,
The Gladiators,
Sister Nancy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
OOIOO,
Mark Hollis,
Ultra Naté,
Fad Gadget,
The Move,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
U.S. Maple,
The Young Rascals,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
L. Decosne,
Popol Vuh,
Bauhaus,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia,
Funkadelic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Easy Going,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül II,
Steve Hackett,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.