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 Kenya and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Schoolly D to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
T.S.O.L.,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
Depeche Mode,
Simply Red,
Marvin Gaye,
Ossler,
The Dirtbombs,
Danielle Patucci,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joensuu 1685,
Sam Rivers,
Chris & Cosey,
DNA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Los Fastidios,
Hashim,
Dawn Penn,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Almond,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bob Dylan,
The Sonics,
Gang Green,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
China Crisis,
Lalann,
Sandy B,
The Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Lower 48,
Eric B and Rakim,
Model 500,
The Young Rascals,
The Neon Judgement,
10cc,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camouflage,
Guru Guru,
Amazonics,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
FM Einheit,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.