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 Venezuela and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Easy Going to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
X-101,
Terry Callier,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
The Wake,
Adolescents,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
Parry Music,
Drexciya,
The Motions,
Bill Wells,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
The Beau Brummels,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
Crash Course in Science,
Bad Manners,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
Kayak,
Moebius,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Hood,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
Lindisfarne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Magma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
Alphaville,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül II,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.