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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Misunderstood to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Cure,
Lindisfarne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Sex Pistols,
Unrelated Segments,
Janne Schatter,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swans,
In Retrospect,
Kerri Chandler,
Moby Grape,
Flash Fearless,
Metal Thangz,
New York Dolls,
Juan Atkins,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Sneak,
Pole,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Certain Ratio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalann,
Marc Almond,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
Harmonia,
Prince Buster,
The Raincoats,
Angry Samoans,
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stetsasonic,
Howard Jones,
Visage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fat Boys,
Stiv Bators,
The New Christs,
The Offenders,
Urselle,
Anakelly,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.