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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joey Negro to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Angels of Light,
Flash Fearless,
Minnie Riperton,
Graham Central Station,
Severed Heads,
David McCallum,
Derrick Morgan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxy Music,
Steve Hackett,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maurizio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mo-Dettes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camberwell Now,
Das Ding,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
The Five Americans,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
Ronnie Foster,
Stiv Bators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quantec,
Massinfluence,
Ronan,
CMW,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cheater Slicks,
DNA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skaos,
The Cure,
Gabor Szabo,
Aural Exciters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers,
June of 44,
Skriet,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
ABBA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Holt,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.