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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Janne Schatter to the grunge 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Amazonics,
JFA,
X-Ray Spex,
Crash Course in Science,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sällskapet,
Alice Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Dark Day,
Charles Mingus,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rod Modell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
Youth Brigade,
Niagra,
Max Romeo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Urselle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q and Not U,
Moss Icon,
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delta 5,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Outsiders,
Suicide,
June Days,
Franke,
Von Mondo,
The Mummies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
D'Angelo,
Lalann,
Babytalk,
Eden Ahbez,
Duran Duran,
The Dirtbombs,
The Vogues,
The Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Martian,
The Fuzztones,
Ice-T,
Bobby Sherman,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America,
Michelle Simonal,
Dave Gahan,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.