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 Ivory Coast 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Altered Images to the dance 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Junior Murvin,
Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Tomorrow,
Smog,
Parry Music,
Blake Baxter,
The Motions,
JFA,
Subhumans,
Kas Product,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül II,
Susan Cadogan,
Goldenarms,
Section 25,
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sound Behaviour,
Model 500,
The Golliwogs,
Alton Ellis,
Wings,
Crime,
The Saints,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
Excepter,
Amazonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Smooth,
The Martian,
Minutemen,
Liliput,
Young Marble Giants,
Brick,
Theoretical Girls,
Connie Case,
Scientists,
Judy Mowatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rod Modell,
Banda Bassotti,
Accadde A,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Womack,
The Pretty Things,
Ludus,
Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Audionom,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.