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 Iceland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aloha Tigers to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Stooges,
Scratch Acid,
Pantytec,
Mr. Review,
Whodini,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül II,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Christie,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mojo Men,
Kaleidoscope,
Make Up,
Sällskapet,
The Gap Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Teasers,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Arab on Radar,
Index,
Marine Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Model 500,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Urselle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang of Four,
Jacob Miller,
Banda Bassotti,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Bar-Kays,
Khruangbin,
Sight & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Niagra,
Drexciya,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
The Cure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.