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 Luxembourg and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Barrington Levy to the grime 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Sam Rivers,
Scrapy,
Rosa Yemen,
China Crisis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hoover,
The Associates,
Saccharine Trust,
Tubeway Army,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stereo Dub,
Patti Smith,
the Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonic Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Rites of Spring,
DNA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neu!,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
Sparks,
Qualms,
Lalann,
Bauhaus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Livin' Joy,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wings,
Blossom Toes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Searchers,
Shoche,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
Chris & Cosey,
The Move,
Zapp,
Crash Course in Science,
Audionom,
Pagans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Smog,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.