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 El Salvador and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Prince Buster,
Youth Brigade,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Japan,
Dawn Penn,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fat Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sugar Minott,
Tubeway Army,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
Heaven 17,
Pierre Henry,
OOIOO,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Tremeloes,
The Busters,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cramps,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Fear,
Robert Görl,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers,
Skriet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Saints,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie,
Pere Ubu,
Sound Behaviour,
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry,
Niagra,
Hot Snakes,
Subhumans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
The Selecter,
The Mojo Men,
Newcleus,
Icehouse,
Graham Central Station,
Lalann,
Stiv Bators,
Banda Bassotti,
Monolake,
Make Up,
The Standells,
Alton Ellis,
Davy DMX,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.