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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
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 rhodes 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 Dead Boys to the grunge 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Angry Samoans,
Alton Ellis,
The Selecter,
The Move,
Bauhaus,
Gabor Szabo,
Mission of Burma,
Au Pairs,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
Zapp,
Ponytail,
Public Enemy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Country Teasers,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
Fatback Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed,
Gang Green,
X-Ray Spex,
Wings,
Circle Jerks,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Khruangbin,
Blossom Toes,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Wells,
Susan Cadogan,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Simply Red,
The Monks,
Delta 5,
Little Man,
The Busters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Ohio Players,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lower 48,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
The Dead C,
K-Klass,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Associates,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.