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 Israel and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Maurizio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Dead Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stiv Bators,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
E-Dancer,
Flipper,
Subhumans,
Intrusion,
Harmonia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Josef K,
Scott Walker,
Derrick May,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Leaves,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685,
the Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Isaac Hayes,
Don Cherry,
Boredoms,
Mary Jane Girls,
June of 44,
Main Source,
Schoolly D,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nils Olav,
One Last Wish,
Skarface,
Symarip,
Alphaville,
Hot Snakes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Can,
Roy Ayers,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Busters,
Yazoo,
Y Pants,
Bob Dylan,
The Stooges,
The Mojo Men,
Neu!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter,
Hoover,
Bill Wells,
Magma,
Tres Demented,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.