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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the electroclash 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Motions,
New Order,
The Durutti Column,
Lightning Bolt,
Mark Hollis,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gap Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Thee Headcoats,
Eli Mardock,
Von Mondo,
Mantronix,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bush Tetras,
The Zeros,
Con Funk Shun,
Bluetip,
The Five Americans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oneida,
Isaac Hayes,
Joey Negro,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Index,
Jerry's Kids,
The Birthday Party,
48th St. Collective,
Y Pants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monolake,
Lucky Dragons,
Pylon,
Skaos,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Leaves,
Unrelated Segments,
Clear Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Whodini,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
R.M.O.,
Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang On A Can,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.