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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 This Heat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Piero Umiliani,
Delon & Dalcan,
The United States of America,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
Slave,
Marine Girls,
Henry Cow,
Todd Rundgren,
Scientists,
Fat Boys,
Oblivians,
Talk Talk,
Lungfish,
Bluetip,
D'Angelo,
Nas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
Bill Near,
Hardrive,
Gang of Four,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Standells,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
Lower 48,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
Sound Behaviour,
PIL,
Marmalade,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eurythmics,
Charles Mingus,
Television Personalities,
Wings,
Loose Ends,
The Golliwogs,
Motorama,
Sixth Finger,
The Slits,
DNA,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
The Victims,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
Infiniti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rotary Connection,
E-Dancer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Parry Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Archie Shepp,
Pere Ubu,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.