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 Ecuador 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Terry Callier,
World's Most,
Shoche,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Hill,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
Jacob Miller,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers,
Gabor Szabo,
Steve Hackett,
Das Ding,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grey Daturas,
Piero Umiliani,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joyce Sims,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
Bang On A Can,
Motorama,
Erasure,
Quadrant,
Isaac Hayes,
Joensuu 1685,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Zeros,
The Pretty Things,
Bronski Beat,
Adolescents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter and Kerry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays,
Dave Gahan,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun City Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
Pylon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gladiators,
Ten City,
The Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
June of 44,
a-ha,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.