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 Albania and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Sällskapet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Franke,
The Black Dice,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
Main Source,
Schoolly D,
Mo-Dettes,
Visage,
Fatback Band,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
Carl Craig,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
Average White Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minny Pops,
Model 500,
Surgeon,
Wally Richardson,
La Düsseldorf,
Wire,
EPMD,
Cluster,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quadrant,
Japan,
The Blackbyrds,
Sex Pistols,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Skatalites,
The Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bad Manners,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
KRS-One,
Das Ding,
Wings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Donny Hathaway,
kango's stein massive,
Anakelly,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.