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 Australia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Main Source to the dance 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Colin Newman,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-102,
Ice-T,
Sarah Menescal,
Rosa Yemen,
In Retrospect,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Lydon,
Matthew Bourne,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
The Busters,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
Subhumans,
Soft Cell,
John Holt,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pylon,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Young Rascals,
The Fuzztones,
Lucky Dragons,
The Real Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
Bobby Womack,
The Dirtbombs,
Darondo,
KRS-One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hashim,
Magma,
Anakelly,
Technova,
The Smiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
Aswad,
Grey Daturas,
Audionom,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller,
Patti Smith,
Liliput,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Index,
Black Bananas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.