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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sight & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Tres Demented,
Al Stewart,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MC5,
Inner City,
Khruangbin,
Franke,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispian St. Peters,
Youth Brigade,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Clarke,
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Human League,
Mantronix,
Slick Rick,
Delta 5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
The Skatalites,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
Minutemen,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
JFA,
Alphaville,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers,
Duran Duran,
Scientists,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
Shoche,
The Cramps,
Trumans Water,
Pantytec,
The Five Americans,
The Saints,
Interpol,
Rotary Connection,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pulsallama,
Monolake,
Peter and Kerry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour,
Scrapy,
Make Up,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.