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 Nigeria and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pussy Galore to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Oblivians,
Ultravox,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
Rosa Yemen,
Depeche Mode,
The Mojo Men,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Five Americans,
The Names,
Letta Mbulu,
Guru Guru,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science,
The Red Krayola,
Silicon Teens,
Average White Band,
Derrick May,
ABC,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cure,
Royal Trux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers,
The Doors,
The Gun Club,
Dawn Penn,
Banda Bassotti,
Crooked Eye,
The Associates,
Morten Harket,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mr. Review,
Deakin,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
Jeff Lynne,
Delta 5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
Index,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
The Trojans,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
Soft Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
Television,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q65,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Fania All-Stars,
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.