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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Bobby Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Searchers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Lydon,
Bluetip,
the Soft Cell,
The Martian,
The Knickerbockers,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
Mission of Burma,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
The J.B.'s,
The Victims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Davy DMX,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
Main Source,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub,
Eddi Front,
Tres Demented,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Lakeside,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
Oblivians,
New Age Steppers,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
Colin Newman,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound,
Marine Girls,
OOIOO,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
Altered Images,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Normal,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Foxx,
The Star Department,
Sonny Sharrock,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Clear Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Pus,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.