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 Indonesia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Vladislav Delay to the punk 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Radiopuhelimet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cameo,
Con Funk Shun,
David Axelrod,
John Foxx,
Alphaville,
Organ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aswad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Connie Case,
Idris Muhammad,
This Heat,
X-Ray Spex,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABC,
Bad Manners,
The Alarm Clocks,
Porter Ricks,
Rotary Connection,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young,
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
Barry Ungar,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
Sugar Minott,
Agent Orange,
Scientists,
Dennis Brown,
The Kinks,
Fat Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Leonard Cohen,
David McCallum,
The Victims,
The Fortunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
China Crisis,
Masters at Work,
DNA,
Bobby Sherman,
The Toasters,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes,
Visage,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.