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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Selecter to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls 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?
Joy Division,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
AZ,
Funky Four + One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Intrusion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fad Gadget,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Standells,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Bang On A Can,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
Prince Buster,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Music Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Severed Heads,
Dawn Penn,
The Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Television Personalities,
Warsaw,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T.S.O.L.,
Mandrill,
The Trojans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine,
John Foxx,
Radiohead,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
June of 44,
Gang Gang Dance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masters at Work,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
The Busters,
KRS-One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.