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 Belize and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Faust 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Loose Ends,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxette,
Absolute Body Control,
Rufus Thomas,
kango's stein massive,
Sparks,
Fatback Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
Matthew Halsall,
David Bowie,
Boz Scaggs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Almond,
Massinfluence,
Scientists,
Gabor Szabo,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
Schoolly D,
Faraquet,
Pierre Henry,
Kaleidoscope,
Ten City,
Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Holt,
Altered Images,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fall,
F. McDonald,
B.T. Express,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
Royal Trux,
Infiniti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Qualms,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
Eurythmics,
The Remains,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delta 5,
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily,
Unrelated Segments,
Marmalade,
New Order,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.