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 the UAE and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Con Funk Shun to the techno 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Fatback Band,
Byron Stingily,
The Real Kids,
Nas,
Drexciya,
Thompson Twins,
Quantec,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
Nico,
Masters at Work,
The Techniques,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skarface,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
Cymande,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slits,
the Slits,
Sandy B,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funkadelic,
Saccharine Trust,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
The Trojans,
The Doors,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
The Gun Club,
Blossom Toes,
World's Most,
Robert Wyatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New York Dolls,
The Remains,
Zapp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
Steve Hackett,
Wally Richardson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
Agitation Free,
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
Junior Murvin,
Wings,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rekid,
Danielle Patucci,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.