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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
Davy DMX,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Dolphy,
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
Anakelly,
Slave,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fluxion,
Slick Rick,
Wings,
Faust,
MC5,
Lower 48,
The Sonics,
Kayak,
Gong,
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Mills,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
Scientists,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
Surgeon,
World's Most,
Sandy B,
Connie Case,
Archie Shepp,
The Happenings,
Swans,
Rakim,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
Zero Boys,
Ice-T,
Alice Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Interpol,
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Almond,
New Age Steppers,
Q65,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
Simply Red,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Enemy,
Infiniti,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.