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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Kayak to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras 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 punk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
Pole,
Minny Pops,
Symarip,
The New Christs,
Y Pants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lungfish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Motions,
The Fugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swell Maps,
Gichy Dan,
Make Up,
Bad Manners,
Parry Music,
Ossler,
Con Funk Shun,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sällskapet,
Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Das Ding,
Blancmange,
Rotary Connection,
Ten City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liliput,
E-Dancer,
Freddie Wadling,
The Victims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Shoche,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
The Invisible,
Carl Craig,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay,
Nation of Ulysses,
48th St. Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Dual Sessions,
Trumans Water,
Tears for Fears,
Magazine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oblivians,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.