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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun City Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Skarface,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fugs,
Patti Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Aural Exciters,
The Modern Lovers,
Skriet,
Adolescents,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mojo Men,
Moebius,
kango's stein massive,
Procol Harum,
Malaria!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wire,
Nick Fraelich,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
Angry Samoans,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions,
Pussy Galore,
The Victims,
T.S.O.L.,
T. Rex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Bourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alison Limerick,
Soul II Soul,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Y Pants,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quantec,
Vainqueur,
Clear Light,
Heaven 17,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Popol Vuh,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.