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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Marc Almond to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Grauzone,
Boz Scaggs,
Aswad,
Deepchord,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cowsills,
The Five Americans,
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Malaria!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gong,
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doors,
Jacob Miller,
MC5,
David Bowie,
Slave,
Ossler,
Aaron Thompson,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
L. Decosne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy Collins,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Inner City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.