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 Maldives and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Wings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Make Up,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott Heron,
Byron Stingily,
Newcleus,
Circle Jerks,
Zapp,
Icehouse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
The Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Kool Moe Dee,
E-Dancer,
China Crisis,
Motorama,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Surgeon,
Donald Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magazine,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Skatalites,
Wally Richardson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Essential Logic,
The Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Little Man,
The Smiths,
Monks,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suicide,
Neil Young,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crooked Eye,
World's Most,
Interpol,
Terry Callier,
Ohio Players,
The Fortunes,
Altered Images,
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Silicon Teens,
Japan,
Gong,
Flipper,
Jerry Gold Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
Faust,
The Durutti Column,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.