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 Nigeria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 electroclash 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
Mars,
Pulsallama,
Japan,
New York Dolls,
Mr. Review,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Rundgren,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Raincoats,
The Mummies,
Livin' Joy,
Bad Manners,
Harmonia,
DJ Sneak,
Sparks,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
The Walker Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quando Quango,
Tubeway Army,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
The Happenings,
Deadbeat,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
Unrelated Segments,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Altered Images,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camouflage,
The Moleskins,
Nik Kershaw,
The Trojans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Prince Buster,
Cameo,
Dave Gahan,
Shoche,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Niagra,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.