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 Brunei and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 The J.B.'s to the disco 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Martian,
L. Decosne,
Talk Talk,
Robert Hood,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Style,
Wally Richardson,
Gichy Dan,
Minutemen,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
Smog,
Godley & Creme,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
The Knickerbockers,
Davy DMX,
F. McDonald,
The Offenders,
Ohio Players,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Saints,
Leonard Cohen,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall,
Q65,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Funky Four + One,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blancmange,
Mandrill,
Yazoo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Franke,
Maurizio,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül II,
Kaleidoscope,
Ponytail,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The J.B.'s,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.