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 Kitts & Nevis and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Magazine to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Henry Cow,
Carl Craig,
The Skatalites,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Association,
Brick,
Subhumans,
The Slackers,
Infiniti,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
Glenn Branca,
Visage,
Country Teasers,
The Saints,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Khruangbin,
The Tremeloes,
Prince Buster,
Hardrive,
Severed Heads,
Los Fastidios,
Pole,
Reagan Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick May,
One Last Wish,
Organ,
John Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Accadde A,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barrington Levy,
Ultra Naté,
David McCallum,
Average White Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sugar Minott,
Eli Mardock,
The Barracudas,
Moby Grape,
The Music Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
The Stooges,
Ice-T,
Amazonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anakelly,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.