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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Frankie Knuckles to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Whodini,
Eddi Front,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Das Ding,
Second Layer,
Chris Corsano,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hot Snakes,
Pylon,
Japan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Victims,
The Dirtbombs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav,
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo,
Ossler,
The Skatalites,
Moss Icon,
The Five Americans,
Bauhaus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Clear Light,
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
Wire,
Mars,
The Walker Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Skriet,
Unrelated Segments,
Icehouse,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Smog,
The Happenings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Fraelich,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liliput,
FM Einheit,
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
The Beau Brummels,
Cymande,
Davy DMX,
Alice Coltrane,
Slave,
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.