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 Uzbekistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Mad Mike to the electroclash 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Hardrive,
Smog,
Robert Hood,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Vogues,
Grauzone,
The Martian,
Surgeon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ponytail,
Delta 5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-102,
Wally Richardson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
the Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Sight & Sound,
MC5,
Interpol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sex Pistols,
This Heat,
The Stooges,
FM Einheit,
Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yusef Lateef,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
Gerry Rafferty,
PIL,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MDC,
Marine Girls,
Sam Rivers,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
The J.B.'s,
Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fugs,
Deepchord,
The Standells,
Zapp,
Lou Christie,
The Victims,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantytec,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
David McCallum,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.