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 Tunisia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Magazine to the funk 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
the Germs,
Davy DMX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Model 500,
Interpol,
The Motions,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Last Poets,
Simply Red,
MC5,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
Sugar Minott,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stiv Bators,
One Last Wish,
Gong,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Enemy,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
Lungfish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pulsallama,
10cc,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker,
Albert Ayler,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
Harmonia,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Prince Buster,
Desert Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reuben Wilson,
Fad Gadget,
Scratch Acid,
The Invisible,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.