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 Botswana and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Agent Orange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Von Mondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Malaria!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
The Associates,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deakin,
Sällskapet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cybotron,
Siglo XX,
Negative Approach,
Eddi Front,
Zapp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
The Five Americans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Accadde A,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Womack,
Drexciya,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slackers,
Wasted Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dark Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sound Behaviour,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul II Soul,
Kenny Larkin,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order,
Deepchord,
Bill Near,
Minor Threat,
Franke,
Dave Gahan,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skarface,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.