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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Kerrie Biddell to the techno 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
Mars,
Josef K,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Durutti Column,
Ronan,
The Associates,
The Moleskins,
Absolute Body Control,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonic Youth,
Audionom,
World's Most,
Crash Course in Science,
Livin' Joy,
Qualms,
The New Christs,
Tres Demented,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Magazine,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Japan,
Joy Division,
June Days,
Sugar Minott,
the Swans,
The Skatalites,
Sound Behaviour,
Ossler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Guru Guru,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ken Boothe,
Pantytec,
Swans,
Niagra,
John Foxx,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.