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 Portugal and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Zapp 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Stooges,
Pole,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mandrill,
Bluetip,
Moby Grape,
Spandau Ballet,
Reuben Wilson,
Minny Pops,
Cheater Slicks,
Quando Quango,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ituana,
Nils Olav,
Rotary Connection,
Gastr Del Sol,
Intrusion,
Malaria!,
Tubeway Army,
The Standells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Depeche Mode,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Near,
Tres Demented,
Flipper,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gerry Rafferty,
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats,
Alphaville,
Public Enemy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pop Group,
Leonard Cohen,
Lungfish,
K-Klass,
The Zeros,
Deakin,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
Blancmange,
Supertramp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
OOIOO,
Quantec,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Invisible,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
John Holt,
Dawn Penn,
Swell Maps,
Bill Wells,
Grey Daturas,
The Victims,
The Residents,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.