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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
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 Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Clear Light to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television,
a-ha,
The New Christs,
Rekid,
Excepter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Motorama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
Magma,
Cluster,
Max Romeo,
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Hood,
Bill Wells,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
Severed Heads,
The Residents,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
La Düsseldorf,
Make Up,
T. Rex,
Brass Construction,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Womack,
Throbbing Gristle,
Interpol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
Saccharine Trust,
In Retrospect,
Althea and Donna,
Oneida,
This Heat,
Mars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Sneak,
Urselle,
The Litter,
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Black Moon,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fall,
The Toasters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Buzzcocks,
The Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.