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 Tonga and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
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 güiro 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 Young Rascals to the rock 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Slits,
Deepchord,
Section 25,
Eli Mardock,
K-Klass,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
Patti Smith,
John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Velvet Underground,
These Immortal Souls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nik Kershaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smoke,
Unrelated Segments,
Quadrant,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Index,
Janne Schatter,
Faraquet,
Jacques Brel,
Cheater Slicks,
Mad Mike,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Qualms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Wells,
Parry Music,
a-ha,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Ludus,
DJ Sneak,
Monks,
Slick Rick,
Urselle,
Joey Negro,
Bob Dylan,
Scan 7,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scientists,
Stiv Bators,
Warsaw,
The Evens,
Franke,
Alison Limerick,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Clarke,
U.S. Maple,
Massinfluence,
Barrington Levy,
Iggy Pop,
Donald Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.