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 Venezuela and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soul Sonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
The Invisible,
Black Moon,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amazonics,
Hot Snakes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q65,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
JFA,
The Move,
The Flesh Eaters,
Excepter,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
Leonard Cohen,
K-Klass,
Skarface,
Zero Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Au Pairs,
Radiohead,
Marmalade,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick May,
The Associates,
Matthew Bourne,
Das Ding,
Scientists,
Flash Fearless,
John Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Stereo Dub,
Tubeway Army,
Black Bananas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Happenings,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
Brass Construction,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Style,
Procol Harum,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.