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 Cape Verde and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Move to the disco 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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Five Americans,
Sound Behaviour,
Y Pants,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Malaria!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bush Tetras,
Josef K,
Bill Wells,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Osbourne,
Royal Trux,
Wings,
DJ Sneak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
June of 44,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David McCallum,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
Scratch Acid,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Hill,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Fluxion,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
MC5,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monks,
Supertramp,
Chris Corsano,
Rotary Connection,
The Raincoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
Neil Young,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Negative Approach,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.