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 Solomon Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Neil Young to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Talk Talk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Leaves,
Public Enemy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dead Boys,
Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mars,
Zapp,
Sällskapet,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swell Maps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lucky Dragons,
the Germs,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare,
Bill Near,
The Blues Magoos,
Livin' Joy,
The Five Americans,
Drexciya,
The New Christs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
Excepter,
Amon Düül,
Grauzone,
The Vogues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
a-ha,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q65,
CMW,
Aaron Thompson,
Bad Manners,
The Buckinghams,
Alphaville,
Roger Hodgson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
The Victims,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.