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 Suriname and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Spandau Ballet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Easy Going,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Technova,
Joensuu 1685,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Inner City,
Interpol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jawbox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Althea and Donna,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw,
Pantytec,
Zapp,
Porter Ricks,
ABBA,
Scrapy,
Derrick May,
Heaven 17,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
Skriet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed,
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maurizio,
Mission of Burma,
Wings,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Holt,
Kenny Larkin,
Main Source,
Marmalade,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cure,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
The Angels of Light,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül,
Banda Bassotti,
Tears for Fears,
Fatback Band,
Fela Kuti,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry's Kids,
the Human League,
Darondo,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.