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 Paraguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Niagra to the dance 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Khruangbin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
One Last Wish,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul II Soul,
David Bowie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Basic Channel,
June of 44,
The Remains,
Babytalk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June Days,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy Collins,
Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Scrapy,
The Litter,
Skriet,
Barbara Tucker,
Henry Cow,
Slick Rick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vainqueur,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Green,
Godley & Creme,
The Associates,
Heaven 17,
Blancmange,
Nik Kershaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick Morgan,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
Rod Modell,
Technova,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
Nils Olav,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Lyres,
New Order,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.