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 South Sudan and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the disco 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shuggie Otis,
Funky Four + One,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Harmonia,
Quantec,
KRS-One,
Buzzcocks,
The Walker Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
Monolake,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roger Hodgson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
Los Fastidios,
The Fuzztones,
Ultra Naté,
Technova,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
China Crisis,
Jeff Lynne,
Marmalade,
H. Thieme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
B.T. Express,
The Martian,
Stereo Dub,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deakin,
The Selecter,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
Khruangbin,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
kango's stein massive,
ABC,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scan 7,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.