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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Danielle Patucci to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Junior Murvin,
Clear Light,
Infiniti,
Roger Hodgson,
The Kinks,
Kenny Larkin,
Intrusion,
Massinfluence,
Prince Buster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Icehouse,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
Tommy Roe,
Heaven 17,
The Vogues,
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Davy DMX,
Neu!,
Anakelly,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Style,
Babytalk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-101,
Parry Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick May,
Wire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monks,
The American Breed,
Talk Talk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
Stetsasonic,
the Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Roxette,
the Sonics,
the Germs,
The Misunderstood,
Lucky Dragons,
Judy Mowatt,
Excepter,
Duran Duran,
Interpol,
Masters at Work,
Zero Boys,
The Birthday Party,
The Cowsills,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.