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 Angola and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Tremeloes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Byron Stingily,
Gabor Szabo,
Bronski Beat,
The Invisible,
the Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Kinks,
Visage,
OOIOO,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
Charles Mingus,
JFA,
Duran Duran,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks,
Black Flag,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
L. Decosne,
Yazoo,
Donald Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Cybotron,
Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Swell Maps,
Wings,
Tres Demented,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
Harmonia,
Harry Pussy,
Yusef Lateef,
Bauhaus,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Starr,
The Beau Brummels,
Brand Nubian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
Graham Central Station,
James White and The Blacks,
Donny Hathaway,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Terry,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.