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 Cape Verde and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Eurythmics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Yusef Lateef,
Scion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tommy Roe,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Fela Kuti,
Jandek,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pylon,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
Black Pus,
The Invisible,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Michelle Simonal,
The Index,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
AZ,
The Last Poets,
ABBA,
Toni Rubio,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slackers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
Marc Almond,
The Gun Club,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
The Leaves,
Technova,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minny Pops,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chrome,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacob Miller,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
The Dead C,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blues Magoos,
Gichy Dan,
The Grass Roots,
Yellowson,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.