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 Liberia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The Velvet Underground to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Loose Ends,
Laurel Aitken,
Ituana,
The Sonics,
Shoche,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Mars,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sound Behaviour,
Trumans Water,
The Golliwogs,
Average White Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Funky Four + One,
Lungfish,
Japan,
Unwound,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
R.M.O.,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
The Music Machine,
Slick Rick,
The Misunderstood,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Index,
Agent Orange,
Skriet,
Soulsonic Force,
Mantronix,
Johnny Clarke,
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Terry,
The Cure,
Dave Gahan,
Von Mondo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Zeros,
Harry Pussy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Wells,
The Mummies,
Talk Talk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding,
Khruangbin,
Ponytail,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
The United States of America,
The Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Nik Kershaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.