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 Maldives and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Camouflage to the grime 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Techniques,
The Doors,
Joe Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mummies,
Eric Dolphy,
The Toasters,
The Young Rascals,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
Popol Vuh,
Jandek,
Derrick Morgan,
Susan Cadogan,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
Second Layer,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Guru Guru,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
Roxy Music,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
The Standells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Jacques Brel,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
The Selecter,
Public Enemy,
This Heat,
Lalann,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
Roxette,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
The Remains,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.