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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grime 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moebius,
Ten City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
Scratch Acid,
The Smiths,
Oblivians,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brothers Johnson,
the Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Qualms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cheater Slicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faust,
The Music Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Janne Schatter,
Radiohead,
Bill Near,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pagans,
Ossler,
Y Pants,
Lou Christie,
Rites of Spring,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quadrant,
Scan 7,
Maurizio,
The Mummies,
The Kinks,
Desert Stars,
Fela Kuti,
X-102,
Joey Negro,
The Tremeloes,
The Invisible,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.