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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Derrick Morgan to the disco 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
Au Pairs,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bronski Beat,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash,
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
Nas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
the Association,
Peter and Kerry,
Scan 7,
Charles Mingus,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
Spandau Ballet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Dolphy,
Radio Birdman,
The Black Dice,
Sugar Minott,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
The Birthday Party,
Bush Tetras,
Albert Ayler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flash Fearless,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Last Poets,
The American Breed,
Todd Rundgren,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Hood,
Icehouse,
Yaz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joey Negro,
Ponytail,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Inner City,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx,
Mark Hollis,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.