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 Afghanistan and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dark Day to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Smooth,
Boredoms,
FM Einheit,
Bang On A Can,
John Holt,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos,
Motorama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Cybotron,
Pylon,
Royal Trux,
The Angels of Light,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
Rapeman,
Darondo,
The Fall,
Wire,
Terry Callier,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maleditus Sound,
Animal Collective,
The Standells,
Lungfish,
The Slackers,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pop Group,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo,
Fat Boys,
Slave,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skaos,
The Young Rascals,
Cluster,
Alton Ellis,
Visage,
MDC,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.