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 Somalia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Susan Cadogan 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
E-Dancer,
Davy DMX,
Camouflage,
Adolescents,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Howard Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Aswad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
Ornette Coleman,
Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Bowie,
Delta 5,
Bill Near,
Eurythmics,
The Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Moss Icon,
The Barracudas,
The Toasters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funky Four + One,
Procol Harum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Porter Ricks,
Ituana,
Loose Ends,
World's Most,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mandrill,
Shoche,
Livin' Joy,
Bang On A Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
The Star Department,
Bad Manners,
Das Ding,
Quando Quango,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masters at Work,
Jacques Brel,
Brand Nubian,
Audionom,
Essential Logic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spoonie Gee,
Hoover,
Monolake,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.