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 Korea South and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Boz Scaggs to the rap 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Sparks,
Bang On A Can,
Massinfluence,
ABC,
Babytalk,
Excepter,
F. McDonald,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Todd Terry,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Victims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moby Grape,
Nick Fraelich,
Intrusion,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
Junior Murvin,
Minnie Riperton,
Eve St. Jones,
Kayak,
Scratch Acid,
This Heat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scion,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erykah Badu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dead C,
Shuggie Otis,
Procol Harum,
Outsiders,
Parry Music,
Agent Orange,
The Leaves,
The Offenders,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
Whodini,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
10cc,
Silicon Teens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Cybotron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minutemen,
Deakin,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.