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 Serbia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 ABBA to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Marmalade,
ABBA,
Sugar Minott,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
The Tremeloes,
Dave Gahan,
Soulsonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Barrington Levy,
Peter & Gordon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moby Grape,
Bill Near,
ABC,
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
New Order,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-102,
Bootsy Collins,
Mantronix,
The Dirtbombs,
Danielle Patucci,
Goldenarms,
Panda Bear,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
AZ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lakeside,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Khruangbin,
Public Enemy,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
Joe Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
Marcia Griffiths,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
the Bar-Kays,
the Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.