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 Suriname and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlback to the funk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Robert Görl,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
Derrick Morgan,
Cheater Slicks,
Surgeon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wire,
David Axelrod,
Eric Dolphy,
The Index,
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Association,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
The Dead C,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sixth Finger,
10cc,
The Wake,
Spandau Ballet,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q65,
Organ,
John Lydon,
Cluster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DNA,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick May,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rekid,
Fat Boys,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Techniques,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxette,
Byron Stingily,
Arcadia,
Radio Birdman,
Das Ding,
Jawbox,
Gichy Dan,
Freddie Wadling,
Yellowson,
Quadrant,
Silicon Teens,
Hardrive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eurythmics,
Sound Behaviour,
Rites of Spring,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.