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 Cameroon and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Godley & Creme 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Neil Young,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxette,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Simply Red,
The Smoke,
David Axelrod,
Lebanon Hanover,
Little Man,
Marmalade,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masters at Work,
the Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Eurythmics,
The Names,
The Electric Prunes,
New Order,
The Grass Roots,
Ken Boothe,
Adolescents,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
Au Pairs,
China Crisis,
The Dirtbombs,
Bronski Beat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rosa Yemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Age Steppers,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
Monks,
Pole,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
Swans,
Lou Christie,
OOIOO,
The Invisible,
Radio Birdman,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moebius,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.