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 Philippines and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 The Grass Roots to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Minutemen,
Index,
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
Monks,
Maurizio,
Crime,
Arab on Radar,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun City Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Gabor Szabo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Star Department,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marvin Gaye,
Sight & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
the Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
The Shadows of Knight,
H. Thieme,
Radiohead,
Magazine,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Pus,
Iggy Pop,
Davy DMX,
Colin Newman,
Minor Threat,
Organ,
Lightning Bolt,
Slick Rick,
the Normal,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
This Heat,
Dark Day,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
cv313,
Funky Four + One,
Funkadelic,
ABBA,
Tommy Roe,
E-Dancer,
MDC,
Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Wells,
Aaron Thompson,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.