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 Greece and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 The Victims to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Chris Corsano,
Bauhaus,
Althea and Donna,
The Motions,
The Busters,
Scrapy,
Visage,
Morten Harket,
Au Pairs,
Roger Hodgson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quando Quango,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fugs,
David Axelrod,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Drive Like Jehu,
China Crisis,
Ronan,
Moss Icon,
E-Dancer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masters at Work,
Newcleus,
Joey Negro,
Joe Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mars,
Fear,
Underground Resistance,
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heaven 17,
Colin Newman,
Minny Pops,
Donald Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Kas Product,
Fat Boys,
The Stooges,
Organ,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiohead,
Eli Mardock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.