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 Finland and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yellowson to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Sparks,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronan,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
Danielle Patucci,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter,
Trumans Water,
Pole,
The Victims,
Arthur Verocai,
Half Japanese,
Liliput,
Amazonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swell Maps,
The Evens,
Accadde A,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic,
Theoretical Girls,
Charles Mingus,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gichy Dan,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quadrant,
Mad Mike,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quando Quango,
Steve Hackett,
the Slits,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
Ludus,
Make Up,
Idris Muhammad,
Ossler,
Masters at Work,
Stiv Bators,
Juan Atkins,
Ice-T,
Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anakelly,
Laurel Aitken,
the Bar-Kays,
Silicon Teens,
The Moleskins,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.