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 Portugal and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Thompson Twins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
Agent Orange,
Dead Boys,
The Toasters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
Ultravox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
Excepter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tommy Roe,
Suicide,
Moby Grape,
Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Boz Scaggs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Girls At Our Best!,
Godley & Creme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Lydon,
cv313,
Fatback Band,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Hill,
Nils Olav,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Audionom,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Quando Quango,
Japan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spoonie Gee,
Arthur Verocai,
The Names,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Mills,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.