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 Dominican Republic and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Zeros to the disco 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
James White and The Blacks,
Ludus,
Freddie Wadling,
Connie Case,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Theoretical Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Wyatt,
Nils Olav,
Pharoah Sanders,
Popol Vuh,
Scan 7,
Stockholm Monsters,
Archie Shepp,
The Moody Blues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Steve Hackett,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Duran Duran,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
Bauhaus,
The Fall,
Bluetip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Henry Cow,
Tommy Roe,
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
Smog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
Negative Approach,
Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Ituana,
Godley & Creme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tears for Fears,
Sight & Sound,
Mars,
Quantec,
Liliput,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Lynne,
The Happenings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Modern Lovers,
Ossler,
Visage,
Kerri Chandler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.