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 Armenia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter & Gordon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yazoo,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
Grey Daturas,
Model 500,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alton Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
The Motions,
Rekid,
The Pretty Things,
Brick,
Nick Fraelich,
Trumans Water,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
Con Funk Shun,
U.S. Maple,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barrington Levy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Guru Guru,
Sound Behaviour,
The Stooges,
ABBA,
Nas,
10cc,
Terry Callier,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Underground Resistance,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
Youth Brigade,
Scrapy,
Section 25,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters,
MC5,
World's Most,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
Kas Product,
The Martian,
The Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bad Manners,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.