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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Eurythmics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
Mo-Dettes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yazoo,
Pussy Galore,
Minny Pops,
Radio Birdman,
Khruangbin,
Mandrill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
the Slits,
DJ Style,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Hood,
Das Ding,
The Trojans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monochrome Set,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Silicon Teens,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Bob Dylan,
Sex Pistols,
Byron Stingily,
Icehouse,
Deakin,
Scientists,
LL Cool J,
Ronan,
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
Boredoms,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Wake,
a-ha,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Dolphy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ten City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp.,
EPMD,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.