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 Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 The Pretty Things to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Royal Trux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Holt,
Niagra,
Qualms,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker,
Wings,
The Sonics,
Quantec,
The Smoke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
World's Most,
The Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Glenn Branca,
Radiopuhelimet,
Goldenarms,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
OOIOO,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
Interpol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arab on Radar,
Connie Case,
Black Flag,
Icehouse,
The Gladiators,
Gang of Four,
Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Dolphy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Camberwell Now,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Görl,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
This Heat,
Slick Rick,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
China Crisis,
Suicide,
Sparks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Danielle Patucci,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.