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 Thailand and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Wasted Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Blake Baxter,
Aswad,
The Knickerbockers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Au Pairs,
Rekid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lyres,
Basic Channel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Faust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cheater Slicks,
the Sonics,
The Gladiators,
The Selecter,
Black Sheep,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ituana,
Severed Heads,
Byron Stingily,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick May,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris & Cosey,
Tim Buckley,
Scan 7,
The Grass Roots,
Fat Boys,
Altered Images,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angry Samoans,
Mo-Dettes,
Cymande,
Excepter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bluetip,
Black Bananas,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mojo Men,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mantronix,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Juan Atkins,
Gong,
Shoche,
Sonic Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.