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 Belize and from New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sällskapet 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Juan Atkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
10cc,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wings,
Wire,
Procol Harum,
Brass Construction,
Suicide,
Bronski Beat,
Dead Boys,
Newcleus,
Second Layer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
Harmonia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Modern Lovers,
Fat Boys,
Ten City,
AZ,
Drexciya,
Thompson Twins,
David Axelrod,
The American Breed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shuggie Otis,
Delta 5,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Adolescents,
Amon Düül II,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Move,
Mr. Review,
Darondo,
The Searchers,
The Barracudas,
The Toasters,
MC5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New York Dolls,
The Blackbyrds,
New Order,
The Young Rascals,
Bad Manners,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unrelated Segments,
Joensuu 1685,
Agent Orange,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.