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 Jordan 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 B.T. Express to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran 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?
Bobby Womack,
The Fall,
Ituana,
Sparks,
Desert Stars,
Henry Cow,
Joe Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Pole,
Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Japan,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
Metal Thangz,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Raincoats,
Barry Ungar,
The Fuzztones,
Shuggie Otis,
EPMD,
Talk Talk,
Jandek,
Minor Threat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
The Durutti Column,
Lyres,
X-Ray Spex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
Index,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
Chrome,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Sneak,
Fat Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moody Blues,
Peter and Kerry,
Agitation Free,
Suburban Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blues Magoos,
Popol Vuh,
The Last Poets,
The Fortunes,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.