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 Guyana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABBA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visage,
Dual Sessions,
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
Moebius,
Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wings,
Marine Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Invisible,
Letta Mbulu,
Eli Mardock,
The Seeds,
Gang of Four,
OOIOO,
a-ha,
Basic Channel,
Easy Going,
The Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mad Mike,
Lightning Bolt,
Jawbox,
Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
Oneida,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül,
This Heat,
Brand Nubian,
The Leaves,
Nils Olav,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Model 500,
Liliput,
Supertramp,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
The Vogues,
The Buckinghams,
The Smoke,
Al Stewart,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacques Brel,
John Foxx,
Talk Talk,
Deepchord,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.