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 Armenia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Siglo XX 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Roger Hodgson,
These Immortal Souls,
Sound Behaviour,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mad Mike,
Iggy Pop,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
Howard Jones,
Urselle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Victims,
Reagan Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gong,
Grauzone,
The Cramps,
the Bar-Kays,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Junior Murvin,
The Associates,
D'Angelo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth,
Duran Duran,
Lalo Schifrin,
Accadde A,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hardrive,
Bill Wells,
Jerry's Kids,
Erasure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
X-102,
The Zeros,
Alphaville,
Schoolly D,
The Grass Roots,
June of 44,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Star Department,
Ronan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.