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 Italy and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Kinks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Stiv Bators,
Fela Kuti,
Grauzone,
Jerry's Kids,
The Music Machine,
Deepchord,
Yaz,
Zero Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronan,
cv313,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
Ten City,
Hoover,
the Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Q and Not U,
Moebius,
Jacob Miller,
UT,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
Todd Rundgren,
New Order,
James White and The Blacks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers,
One Last Wish,
Los Fastidios,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
Brand Nubian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick May,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cal Tjader,
Ornette Coleman,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-Ray Spex,
June of 44,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Görl,
Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.