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 Cameroon and from London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Icehouse to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Durutti Column,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tubeway Army,
Second Layer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scan 7,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Colin Newman,
Organ,
The Blackbyrds,
Dead Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Kurtis Blow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water,
L. Decosne,
Easy Going,
Henry Cow,
Connie Case,
The Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Roxette,
Kenny Larkin,
Stereo Dub,
The Divine Comedy,
the Slits,
The Star Department,
Severed Heads,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Steve Hackett,
Pylon,
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun,
Kas Product,
Supertramp,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
The Associates,
Dennis Brown,
Country Teasers,
Slave,
Shoche,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quantec,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
Wolf Eyes,
The Kinks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
Funkadelic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.