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 Tuvalu and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Misunderstood to the grime 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Teasers,
June Days,
The Litter,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Audionom,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Rundgren,
Moebius,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
Thee Headcoats,
Camouflage,
Lucky Dragons,
Bronski Beat,
The Grass Roots,
Nils Olav,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Saints,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxette,
Wolf Eyes,
Brothers Johnson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scratch Acid,
Adolescents,
Swans,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
Dennis Brown,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
EPMD,
Patti Smith,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mantronix,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson,
Clear Light,
June of 44,
Arcadia,
Animal Collective,
Agent Orange,
Index,
Lalann,
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Raincoats,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.