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 Guyana and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
Ronan,
OOIOO,
Ralphi Rosario,
June of 44,
Sparks,
Pagans,
Lalo Schifrin,
48th St. Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Star Department,
Eurythmics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Hood,
Urselle,
Public Enemy,
Rosa Yemen,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
Josef K,
World's Most,
Harry Pussy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sound Behaviour,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suburban Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Thompson Twins,
Panda Bear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sound,
Roxy Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantaleimon,
La Düsseldorf,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Smog,
Quadrant,
Cluster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Babytalk,
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Womack,
Terry Callier,
F. McDonald,
The Doors,
Nils Olav,
L. Decosne,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.