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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Techniques,
The Sound,
Chris Corsano,
The Grass Roots,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
Youth Brigade,
Deadbeat,
Swell Maps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Davy DMX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Khruangbin,
Michelle Simonal,
Brick,
Steve Hackett,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Pulsallama,
One Last Wish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick May,
Bronski Beat,
The Tremeloes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agent Orange,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Sheep,
the Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
Groovy Waters,
Patti Smith,
Ken Boothe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Little Man,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tommy Roe,
Amazonics,
Negative Approach,
Eden Ahbez,
The Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maleditus Sound,
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.