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 Portugal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Robert Palmer 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 Dave Clark Five to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Pus,
The Moleskins,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Khruangbin,
Kas Product,
The Birthday Party,
the Swans,
Robert Görl,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Rekid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mark Hollis,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Bowie,
Talk Talk,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
Symarip,
The Stooges,
Brass Construction,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June Days,
The Barracudas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Sneak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
Banda Bassotti,
Darondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
Deakin,
Crime,
Crooked Eye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gong,
X-Ray Spex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harry Pussy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.