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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Misunderstood,
Leonard Cohen,
FM Einheit,
The Durutti Column,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bob Dylan,
Monolake,
Faust,
Gong,
Brass Construction,
Sonic Youth,
Alphaville,
The Smiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
Flipper,
Maurizio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Almond,
X-102,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
China Crisis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Altered Images,
The Move,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
Japan,
Jawbox,
Urselle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lower 48,
F. McDonald,
Das Ding,
Bill Wells,
Television,
Swell Maps,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fortunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Names,
Pagans,
Lakeside,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.