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 Norway 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Scientists to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Simply Red,
Black Bananas,
Black Sheep,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Sherman,
Pagans,
Nico,
Pere Ubu,
The Neon Judgement,
Hardrive,
Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Skatalites,
Mission of Burma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
Tim Buckley,
Arcadia,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bush Tetras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
Scientists,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Toasters,
Nirvana,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Interpol,
The Music Machine,
The Names,
Ohio Players,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Grass Roots,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
World's Most,
Isaac Hayes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
E-Dancer,
Hasil Adkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang On A Can,
H. Thieme,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Velvet Underground,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.