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 Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Mandrill to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalann,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liliput,
Joyce Sims,
The Golliwogs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Style,
the Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Hill,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust,
Dawn Penn,
T.S.O.L.,
Gabor Szabo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Invisible,
Bobby Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Five Americans,
The Mummies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
Excepter,
Model 500,
The Star Department,
Kerri Chandler,
Cameo,
kango's stein massive,
Buzzcocks,
The Standells,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Motorama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
Howard Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Tommy Roe,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
Duran Duran,
Scan 7,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Music Machine,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alison Limerick,
The Fortunes,
R.M.O.,
Janne Schatter,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.