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 Denmark and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Magazine to the funk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Yellowson,
Icehouse,
Delta 5,
Ornette Coleman,
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Duran Duran,
Sister Nancy,
Crooked Eye,
Kas Product,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Mills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Beau Brummels,
China Crisis,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nik Kershaw,
Y Pants,
Banda Bassotti,
Zero Boys,
Kayak,
Max Romeo,
June of 44,
Porter Ricks,
Sixth Finger,
The Slackers,
Half Japanese,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Clarke,
Letta Mbulu,
Audionom,
Hoover,
Altered Images,
Royal Trux,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Hill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fad Gadget,
Nico,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Style,
T.S.O.L.,
Henry Cow,
The Saints,
EPMD,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.