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 Chile and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Magma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers,
The Star Department,
This Heat,
Soulsonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pere Ubu,
Monolake,
The Stooges,
New Age Steppers,
The Five Americans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Das Ding,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
Excepter,
Symarip,
Rites of Spring,
The Mummies,
Fatback Band,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
Moby Grape,
Kerri Chandler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Wire,
The Barracudas,
Josef K,
Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Warsaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Au Pairs,
Mad Mike,
the Slits,
The Cramps,
Terry Callier,
Flipper,
Hashim,
Supertramp,
Max Romeo,
Brothers Johnson,
Archie Shepp,
the Normal,
Scan 7,
The Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Standells,
DJ Sneak,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.