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 Ghana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Man Eating Sloth to the dance 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Lynne,
Ossler,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
Black Sheep,
Tears for Fears,
Blake Baxter,
Franke,
Masters at Work,
Tres Demented,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
Infiniti,
AZ,
Zero Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
Gabor Szabo,
the Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultravox,
Mantronix,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
Organ,
Isaac Hayes,
Sparks,
EPMD,
Rufus Thomas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swell Maps,
Television,
Popol Vuh,
The United States of America,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Techniques,
Black Moon,
Symarip,
Susan Cadogan,
Pere Ubu,
Dawn Penn,
Mark Hollis,
Roger Hodgson,
Rotary Connection,
Outsiders,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.