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 Jamaica and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Siglo XX,
Janne Schatter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Modern Lovers,
Reagan Youth,
The Trojans,
Pere Ubu,
Gichy Dan,
Deakin,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
Terry Callier,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lebanon Hanover,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going,
Banda Bassotti,
Juan Atkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barry Ungar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Japan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Interpol,
Skriet,
The Cowsills,
a-ha,
Donny Hathaway,
Freddie Wadling,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Surgeon,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Music Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gabor Szabo,
PIL,
Glenn Branca,
Mandrill,
John Holt,
The Remains,
New Order,
Goldenarms,
The Saints,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.