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 Mozambique and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dead Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
the Normal,
Duran Duran,
Eurythmics,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
David Bowie,
Mars,
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
Robert Hood,
Alison Limerick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
Ituana,
Boz Scaggs,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
Tommy Roe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q65,
Isaac Hayes,
Scrapy,
Cymande,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
PIL,
Schoolly D,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marvin Gaye,
Slick Rick,
Dual Sessions,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monochrome Set,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Standells,
Blancmange,
Quadrant,
Gang Green,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Almond,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra,
Erasure,
The Cramps,
Crooked Eye,
CMW,
Yellowson,
The Stooges,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.