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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 Peter & Gordon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
CMW,
The Grass Roots,
Dorothy Ashby,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-Ray Spex,
Suicide,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Christie,
The Saints,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Görl,
Fat Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Urselle,
Easy Going,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
The Invisible,
MC5,
Patti Smith,
Newcleus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
F. McDonald,
Joey Negro,
Kerrie Biddell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Dolphy,
Cal Tjader,
Thompson Twins,
Supertramp,
Scratch Acid,
Sarah Menescal,
D'Angelo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gladiators,
ABC,
Interpol,
Nas,
The Leaves,
Unwound,
Sister Nancy,
Nirvana,
Schoolly D,
Franke,
Malaria!,
Gabor Szabo,
T.S.O.L.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Con Funk Shun,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Niagra,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.