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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crispy Ambulance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
F. McDonald,
Crash Course in Science,
Albert Ayler,
The Gap Band,
AZ,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Style,
Marcia Griffiths,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nik Kershaw,
Agent Orange,
Joy Division,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
JFA,
Al Stewart,
Delon & Dalcan,
Khruangbin,
Ronan,
John Lydon,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
Porter Ricks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABC,
New Age Steppers,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pagans,
Goldenarms,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mojo Men,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Move,
The Toasters,
Banda Bassotti,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick May,
Tres Demented,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boredoms,
Youth Brigade,
The Leaves,
Camouflage,
Blossom Toes,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.