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 Belize and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 The Tremeloes to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Last Poets,
Bronski Beat,
Leonard Cohen,
the Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker,
Aural Exciters,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick May,
The Human League,
CMW,
Aloha Tigers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Techniques,
Erykah Badu,
The Evens,
Simply Red,
Kenny Larkin,
The Trojans,
Tears for Fears,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
The Standells,
X-102,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
The Monochrome Set,
Silicon Teens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
Niagra,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Malaria!,
Infiniti,
The Golliwogs,
Darondo,
Bob Dylan,
Wally Richardson,
Radio Birdman,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Morten Harket,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Audionom,
Tres Demented,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Normal,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.