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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Angry Samoans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
Alton Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Darondo,
Godley & Creme,
Silicon Teens,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
The Move,
Kayak,
Freddie Wadling,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
Camouflage,
Bronski Beat,
The Buckinghams,
Brand Nubian,
The Gun Club,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxette,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra,
Outsiders,
This Heat,
Newcleus,
Pylon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
the Association,
DJ Sneak,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Bourne,
The Index,
June of 44,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blake Baxter,
Pet Shop Boys,
JFA,
Lakeside,
Hardrive,
The Searchers,
Y Pants,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronan,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
Cheater Slicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slick Rick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.