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 Eritrea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Pierre Henry to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Television,
The Monks,
Basic Channel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yaz,
Drexciya,
The Blues Magoos,
Alton Ellis,
Newcleus,
David Axelrod,
Gabor Szabo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DNA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eurythmics,
Silicon Teens,
The Dead C,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Sheep,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Grauzone,
Oneida,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scrapy,
The Music Machine,
The Birthday Party,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sixth Finger,
The Vogues,
Ludus,
Organ,
Joyce Sims,
The Associates,
Amon Düül II,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Subhumans,
Todd Rundgren,
New Order,
Brick,
June Days,
The Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cecil Taylor,
Ken Boothe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tears for Fears,
The Move,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Theoretical Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Gong,
Lebanon Hanover,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.