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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Depeche Mode to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Gories,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Von Mondo,
Robert Görl,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suicide,
Das Ding,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harmonia,
Spandau Ballet,
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
Fugazi,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
The Happenings,
Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
Quantec,
Dark Day,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
The Mummies,
The Durutti Column,
Minutemen,
PIL,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
Marc Almond,
Nas,
Country Teasers,
John Lydon,
Matthew Bourne,
X-102,
Kerri Chandler,
Kurtis Blow,
The Five Americans,
Ultravox,
Hardrive,
Sun City Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Flag,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Crooked Eye,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.