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 Cape Verde and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Roxette to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ludus,
Babytalk,
Howard Jones,
Groovy Waters,
the Human League,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed,
Funky Four + One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wings,
Motorama,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
Roxette,
the Normal,
The J.B.'s,
Sparks,
PIL,
The Tremeloes,
Quadrant,
CMW,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Model 500,
H. Thieme,
Niagra,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
Thompson Twins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grey Daturas,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
Country Teasers,
Sällskapet,
Mad Mike,
Robert Hood,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs,
The Five Americans,
Anthony Braxton,
Duran Duran,
The Move,
The Fortunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Yazoo,
Ituana,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.