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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 the Bar-Kays to the electroclash 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
Eli Mardock,
Brothers Johnson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hoover,
Mission of Burma,
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
ABC,
10cc,
Lakeside,
the Normal,
Dual Sessions,
Little Man,
Deepchord,
EPMD,
Mo-Dettes,
Tears for Fears,
The Gun Club,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
Hasil Adkins,
Hot Snakes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Freddie Wadling,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
The Slackers,
June of 44,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grauzone,
Goldenarms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Parry Music,
Pantaleimon,
Schoolly D,
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
Inner City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hashim,
Sällskapet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Zeros,
Animal Collective,
Erasure,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fortunes,
New York Dolls,
Black Moon,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.