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 Ethiopia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Fluxion to the grime 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Little Man,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mission of Burma,
New Age Steppers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Make Up,
The Doors,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delta 5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Clear Light,
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
Skaos,
Joensuu 1685,
Talk Talk,
The Smiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minny Pops,
ABC,
Slave,
Girls At Our Best!,
Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maurizio,
Mantronix,
The Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
R.M.O.,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
Shoche,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Osbourne,
Altered Images,
Don Cherry,
June Days,
New Order,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Lynne,
Moby Grape,
John Holt,
Aswad,
The United States of America,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.