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 Taiwan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Blossom Toes,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Stooges,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Adolescents,
Robert Hood,
Half Japanese,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lakeside,
Aaron Thompson,
Accadde A,
The Associates,
Agent Orange,
The Alarm Clocks,
DNA,
Jawbox,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang On A Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Basic Channel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lyres,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
Rites of Spring,
Popol Vuh,
Brothers Johnson,
Cameo,
Susan Cadogan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dave Gahan,
Yazoo,
Stetsasonic,
Reuben Wilson,
The Angels of Light,
Au Pairs,
Nils Olav,
Flash Fearless,
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman,
The Vogues,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.