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 Turkmenistan and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Barry Ungar to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Skaos,
Trumans Water,
Shuggie Otis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dark Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Judy Mowatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cramps,
Cybotron,
Delta 5,
Malaria!,
Chrome,
Tres Demented,
Minnie Riperton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
Spoonie Gee,
The United States of America,
The Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Gong,
F. McDonald,
Al Stewart,
Blake Baxter,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Pussy Galore,
The Human League,
John Lydon,
Country Teasers,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Urselle,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
Newcleus,
Black Flag,
Man Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Don Cherry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Finger,
Slave,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.