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 Liechtenstein and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Fraelich,
Rekid,
Guru Guru,
Can,
Stereo Dub,
48th St. Collective,
Scientists,
The Real Kids,
T. Rex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Newcleus,
Television,
The Searchers,
Robert Wyatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
Outsiders,
Parry Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dark Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Idris Muhammad,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Al Stewart,
Oneida,
Sixth Finger,
AZ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suicide,
Godley & Creme,
Nas,
Aural Exciters,
The Cramps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brass Construction,
Pantytec,
Fear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
Pagans,
Siglo XX,
Deepchord,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Almond,
Blancmange,
Bronski Beat,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Leaves,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.