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 Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Buckinghams to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Rod Modell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
This Heat,
Icehouse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Parry Music,
Yellowson,
Gang Starr,
Simply Red,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
Oblivians,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joy Division,
The Count Five,
The Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
Blossom Toes,
Swell Maps,
The Moleskins,
Heaven 17,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne,
Nik Kershaw,
Skarface,
Deadbeat,
Unrelated Segments,
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter,
Piero Umiliani,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Sheep,
PIL,
10cc,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pulsallama,
Silicon Teens,
Deepchord,
Brand Nubian,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Vladislav Delay,
CMW,
Blancmange,
Peter and Kerry,
Minnie Riperton,
Rapeman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.