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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Morten Harket to the rock 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
James White and The Blacks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Marine Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Can,
David McCallum,
Essential Logic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare,
Circle Jerks,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suicide,
The Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Underground Resistance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brass Construction,
Josef K,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hashim,
Bluetip,
Rekid,
David Bowie,
Black Flag,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
MC5,
World's Most,
Chris Corsano,
The Beau Brummels,
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant,
the Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Byron Stingily,
Con Funk Shun,
The Techniques,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood,
The Music Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.