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 Austria and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
D'Angelo,
Black Moon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Grass Roots,
Q and Not U,
Steve Hackett,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nico,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Sherman,
Motorama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sparks,
Goldenarms,
U.S. Maple,
Harpers Bizarre,
Negative Approach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Music Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Prince Buster,
Warren Ellis,
Mantronix,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Visage,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Order,
The Fugs,
Babytalk,
Bad Manners,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Hill,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
The Busters,
Lyres,
Roxette,
Wasted Youth,
The Cramps,
The Red Krayola,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Eli Mardock,
The Selecter,
June Days,
Bobby Womack,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wally Richardson,
The Sound,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.