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 Djibouti and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Judy Mowatt 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Soulsonic Force,
Hashim,
Can,
Fugazi,
Duran Duran,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rotary Connection,
The Fuzztones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
The Monochrome Set,
Babytalk,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Almond,
The Gladiators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moebius,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lyres,
Moss Icon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erasure,
Crooked Eye,
Chris & Cosey,
Cymande,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
Skaos,
The Blackbyrds,
Sixth Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
Marvin Gaye,
Faraquet,
The Busters,
Khruangbin,
Banda Bassotti,
Wings,
MDC,
Derrick May,
Anakelly,
Marmalade,
Nas,
Arcadia,
U.S. Maple,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronan,
New York Dolls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blues Magoos,
Urselle,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.