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 Congo and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lalann to the jazz 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
F. McDonald,
T.S.O.L.,
Sugar Minott,
the Human League,
The Moleskins,
Pierre Henry,
Brand Nubian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Young Rascals,
Banda Bassotti,
Ponytail,
The J.B.'s,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zapp,
Outsiders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flash Fearless,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Howard Jones,
Country Teasers,
Henry Cow,
Zero Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Real Kids,
Marc Almond,
Jerry's Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
The Walker Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Oblivians,
Harry Pussy,
Leonard Cohen,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tommy Roe,
The Misunderstood,
Colin Newman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
Neu!,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.