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 Kuwait and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Barclay James Harvest to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
Todd Terry,
Alison Limerick,
Pierre Henry,
Rosa Yemen,
Pussy Galore,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Maleditus Sound,
MDC,
Ten City,
Prince Buster,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mad Mike,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran,
Excepter,
The Real Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Copeland,
The Techniques,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scientists,
Buzzcocks,
ABBA,
Sex Pistols,
Lindisfarne,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Toasters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
Kaleidoscope,
D'Angelo,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
The Black Dice,
Bad Manners,
Sugar Minott,
Ohio Players,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
Swell Maps,
The Smiths,
Bill Near,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
Flipper,
The Remains,
Fear,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.