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 Ivory Coast and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Litter to the electroclash 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aaron Thompson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Judy Mowatt,
Tom Boy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pop Group,
Excepter,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
Youth Brigade,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Das Ding,
Organ,
James White and The Blacks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Knickerbockers,
John Holt,
David McCallum,
Parry Music,
the Association,
The Blues Magoos,
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players,
Eric Copeland,
Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
Eddi Front,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hashim,
Harry Pussy,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Make Up,
Qualms,
Roxy Music,
The Victims,
Subhumans,
The Techniques,
The Blackbyrds,
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.