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 Namibia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the electroclash 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
K-Klass,
The Doors,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arthur Verocai,
Tubeway Army,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Livin' Joy,
Brass Construction,
Iggy Pop,
The Velvet Underground,
Minutemen,
The Mummies,
Black Bananas,
Amazonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker,
The Offenders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
Public Enemy,
Trumans Water,
The Zeros,
The Smiths,
ABC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New York Dolls,
Shoche,
Tim Buckley,
Wolf Eyes,
Deakin,
Al Stewart,
Boz Scaggs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slave,
Duran Duran,
Cheater Slicks,
Accadde A,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers,
Yellowson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crime,
Y Pants,
Qualms,
Kenny Larkin,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Pole,
The New Christs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Terry,
Anthony Braxton,
Letta Mbulu,
Maurizio,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.