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 Guatemala and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 kango's stein massive to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ten City,
June Days,
Carl Craig,
John Foxx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Leonard Cohen,
OOIOO,
Brothers Johnson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats,
Graham Central Station,
Tears for Fears,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harpers Bizarre,
Byron Stingily,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Morten Harket,
The Walker Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Chrome,
Oneida,
Jeru the Damaja,
Piero Umiliani,
the Normal,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
Eden Ahbez,
The American Breed,
Lightning Bolt,
Thompson Twins,
The Moody Blues,
Aswad,
Young Marble Giants,
Rekid,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Smooth,
CMW,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dawn Penn,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dirtbombs,
The Golliwogs,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.