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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Durutti Column to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
E-Dancer,
Byron Stingily,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
Livin' Joy,
Qualms,
This Heat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hashim,
Underground Resistance,
Tears for Fears,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skaos,
Boredoms,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Prince Buster,
The Techniques,
Steve Hackett,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jimmy McGriff,
MC5,
R.M.O.,
The Human League,
Public Enemy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
Mad Mike,
John Cale,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
L. Decosne,
Suburban Knight,
Flipper,
The Knickerbockers,
Juan Atkins,
Subhumans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed,
Suicide,
the Normal,
Sällskapet,
The Beau Brummels,
Letta Mbulu,
Lakeside,
The Misunderstood,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.