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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Black Moon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Duran Duran,
Archie Shepp,
ABC,
Tim Buckley,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joy Division,
Theoretical Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monks,
Adolescents,
Circle Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
Blancmange,
Guru Guru,
Deepchord,
China Crisis,
Intrusion,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
Model 500,
Delta 5,
The Angels of Light,
Lower 48,
Pussy Galore,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Rapeman,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oneida,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
Scrapy,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
Sandy B,
Wings,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.