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 Slovenia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Ituana to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Mark Hollis,
Simply Red,
Magazine,
Anthony Braxton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Almond,
Los Fastidios,
B.T. Express,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Al Stewart,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
Dave Gahan,
Neu!,
Second Layer,
Clear Light,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Section 25,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
World's Most,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eurythmics,
Radio Birdman,
Duran Duran,
Massinfluence,
the Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alison Limerick,
Erasure,
Kayak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hasil Adkins,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Brick,
OOIOO,
Alton Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Anakelly,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantytec,
Connie Case,
Jacques Brel,
Hashim,
The Martian,
Wings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.