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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marine Girls to the disco 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suburban Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Barrington Levy,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
Wings,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
the Normal,
Kerri Chandler,
Audionom,
Youth Brigade,
Roxette,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ice-T,
Wolf Eyes,
Surgeon,
Man Parrish,
Marmalade,
Inner City,
Kaleidoscope,
Adolescents,
Derrick May,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Los Fastidios,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
Nirvana,
The Black Dice,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slave,
Public Enemy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Dolphy,
Zapp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Babytalk,
Symarip,
Soft Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
Deadbeat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reagan Youth,
Urselle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sight & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Circle Jerks,
Franke,
Lyres,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.