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 Tuvalu and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Mad Mike to the dance 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Brick,
Underground Resistance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camberwell Now,
Alphaville,
Unwound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Index,
B.T. Express,
Easy Going,
Roxette,
Todd Rundgren,
T. Rex,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Absolute Body Control,
Pierre Henry,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sister Nancy,
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radio Birdman,
Quando Quango,
Wire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ponytail,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerri Chandler,
Minnie Riperton,
Sparks,
Qualms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pole,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
The Martian,
Minutemen,
Gang of Four,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Goldenarms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mr. Review,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
ABBA,
Neil Young,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.