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 Kazakhstan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Ten City to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
the Normal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
Blancmange,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Terry,
Talk Talk,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II,
Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Porter Ricks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Tremeloes,
Scan 7,
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
Negative Approach,
Bluetip,
John Coltrane,
World's Most,
Althea and Donna,
Banda Bassotti,
Albert Ayler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roger Hodgson,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crash Course in Science,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
Kayak,
Cluster,
June of 44,
Jeff Mills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dennis Brown,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry's Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barbara Tucker,
In Retrospect,
Lalo Schifrin,
The United States of America,
Visage,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.