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 France and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Tears for Fears to the rap 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
Magazine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minutemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Severed Heads,
Buzzcocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Basic Channel,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
Subhumans,
Guru Guru,
Maleditus Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Style,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tommy Roe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liliput,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
Chris Corsano,
Das Ding,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
Bronski Beat,
The Count Five,
Japan,
The Red Krayola,
The Neon Judgement,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange,
Cecil Taylor,
cv313,
Ronan,
Sun Ra,
Warren Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Saccharine Trust,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cameo,
Cymande,
Funkadelic,
Pole,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Fraelich,
The Star Department,
Crime,
Judy Mowatt,
OOIOO,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.