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 Slovakia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brand Nubian to the punk 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Invisible,
Pagans,
Soul II Soul,
Drive Like Jehu,
Desert Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heaven 17,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Interpol,
Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Kayak,
Swell Maps,
Sight & Sound,
Negative Approach,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Hill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young,
Sun City Girls,
PIL,
Scan 7,
Massinfluence,
the Normal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Hood,
The Move,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
the Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Ornette Coleman,
Q and Not U,
New York Dolls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lindisfarne,
Gichy Dan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eli Mardock,
EPMD,
Yazoo,
The Young Rascals,
Boz Scaggs,
Scratch Acid,
Bush Tetras,
Pierre Henry,
Tres Demented,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.