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 Iceland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
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 organ 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 Sight & Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wally Richardson,
Das Ding,
The Names,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tubeway Army,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vladislav Delay,
The New Christs,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monochrome Set,
Cal Tjader,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Walker Brothers,
Cameo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mandrill,
The United States of America,
Lyres,
Jawbox,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Parrish,
The Smoke,
Sister Nancy,
the Human League,
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
Q65,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unwound,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Terry,
Chrome,
Massinfluence,
The Leaves,
June of 44,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yellowson,
The Fuzztones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Age Steppers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Negative Approach,
Lindisfarne,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.