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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Move to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Erykah Badu,
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX,
Vladislav Delay,
Rites of Spring,
Crime,
Marmalade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Heaven 17,
Crash Course in Science,
Cal Tjader,
Funky Four + One,
Donny Hathaway,
The Offenders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erasure,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mummies,
Gang Green,
Scrapy,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Angels of Light,
Scratch Acid,
Aaron Thompson,
Excepter,
Laurel Aitken,
Altered Images,
Susan Cadogan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O.,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Babytalk,
Connie Case,
B.T. Express,
The Victims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moby Grape,
The Star Department,
David Axelrod,
Average White Band,
Al Stewart,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiopuhelimet,
48th St. Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Wells,
Sparks,
John Lydon,
The Doors,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.