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 Comoros and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Magma to the punk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soulsonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
The Residents,
Radiohead,
Janne Schatter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Al Stewart,
Davy DMX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Excepter,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
DJ Style,
Eric Dolphy,
LL Cool J,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rites of Spring,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Negative Approach,
Don Cherry,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deepchord,
Pole,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Das Ding,
the Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
Desert Stars,
Brand Nubian,
The Invisible,
Marvin Gaye,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Funky Four + One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
FM Einheit,
Black Moon,
Judy Mowatt,
Quadrant,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slits,
Avey Tare,
Colin Newman,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
Dark Day,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.