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 Nauru and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lalo Schifrin to the crunk 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Martian,
Q65,
Basic Channel,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Selecter,
Nik Kershaw,
The American Breed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Babytalk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lightning Bolt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joey Negro,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q and Not U,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Hashim,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
Minutemen,
Fatback Band,
Harry Pussy,
Deepchord,
Trumans Water,
Jacques Brel,
Underground Resistance,
Suicide,
The Zeros,
Funky Four + One,
Subhumans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Dual Sessions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Young Rascals,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
Freddie Wadling,
Rapeman,
Suburban Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
Donny Hathaway,
Lindisfarne,
MC5,
Reuben Wilson,
Delta 5,
Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.