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 United States and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Crime to the rock 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Germs,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cowsills,
H. Thieme,
T.S.O.L.,
AZ,
Grey Daturas,
Hardrive,
Quantec,
Ohio Players,
Crispy Ambulance,
Technova,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
Agitation Free,
FM Einheit,
Peter & Gordon,
The Index,
X-101,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Enemy,
Pagans,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonic Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Davy DMX,
In Retrospect,
Slick Rick,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deepchord,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ornette Coleman,
The Red Krayola,
Crime,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deakin,
Bill Near,
Erykah Badu,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.