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 Cuba 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Radio Birdman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Brothers Johnson,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Delta 5,
Flash Fearless,
Cal Tjader,
Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Terry Callier,
Hoover,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mo-Dettes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
The Red Krayola,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
World's Most,
Roxette,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonic Youth,
Skaos,
Bronski Beat,
Fela Kuti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Barry Ungar,
Q65,
Agent Orange,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
Sam Rivers,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Judy Mowatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
John Foxx,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.