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 Luxembourg and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the electroclash 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Pylon,
The Angels of Light,
Rotary Connection,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tom Boy,
Model 500,
Y Pants,
Deakin,
Flipper,
Jeru the Damaja,
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dawn Penn,
Country Teasers,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thee Headcoats,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
Heaven 17,
Animal Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Wake,
Newcleus,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Count Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glenn Branca,
Procol Harum,
Angry Samoans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Nils Olav,
Grauzone,
Bronski Beat,
Little Man,
Rufus Thomas,
Malaria!,
Shoche,
Von Mondo,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Martian,
The Cowsills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
Livin' Joy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. 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.