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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gladiators to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms,
Rotary Connection,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most,
Ronnie Foster,
Deepchord,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
Rekid,
Glenn Branca,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
Mars,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
Roger Hodgson,
Depeche Mode,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oblivians,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Severed Heads,
Blossom Toes,
The Motions,
KRS-One,
Connie Case,
Sister Nancy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blackbyrds,
The Velvet Underground,
The Remains,
Pagans,
Yazoo,
Eric Dolphy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Audionom,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cal Tjader,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Easy Going,
Underground Resistance,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doobie Brothers,
Outsiders,
Janne Schatter,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.