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 Pakistan and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Motorama to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blancmange,
Nirvana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
Essential Logic,
John Lydon,
Half Japanese,
Ken Boothe,
The Fall,
Khruangbin,
Monks,
Skarface,
LL Cool J,
L. Decosne,
the Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Lynne,
Tom Boy,
Piero Umiliani,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
Whodini,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
The Gun Club,
B.T. Express,
Bluetip,
DNA,
the Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
The Searchers,
Visage,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gories,
Dave Gahan,
Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cheater Slicks,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
These Immortal Souls,
Cecil Taylor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
EPMD,
Brand Nubian,
Chris Corsano,
Wally Richardson,
Faust,
Audionom,
Andrew Hill,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.