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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Johnny Clarke to the disco 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Kayak,
The Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Fraelich,
Quantec,
Lucky Dragons,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Moby Grape,
Q65,
Cheater Slicks,
David Axelrod,
The Standells,
The Misunderstood,
John Lydon,
Section 25,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
Smog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Au Pairs,
The Young Rascals,
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Dolphy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter & Gordon,
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu,
Kas Product,
Dual Sessions,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
June of 44,
The Dave Clark Five,
EPMD,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lungfish,
Brick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Invisible,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Motions,
Alphaville,
The Wake,
James White and The Blacks,
Fugazi,
Procol Harum,
Niagra,
B.T. Express,
Wings,
John Holt,
Porter Ricks,
The Velvet Underground,
Young Marble Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Scrapy,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.