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 Malaysia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Gladiators to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smoke,
Bobby Womack,
Yaz,
Mantronix,
Anakelly,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Audionom,
Monks,
Essential Logic,
Schoolly D,
Mo-Dettes,
Wings,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Holt,
Oneida,
The Moody Blues,
Sexual Harrassment,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Ken Boothe,
Saccharine Trust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
Pantytec,
Deepchord,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
Mad Mike,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultra Naté,
L. Decosne,
The Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Pole,
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
Theoretical Girls,
F. McDonald,
Quadrant,
The Leaves,
Stetsasonic,
Toni Rubio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Interpol,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.