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 Ukraine and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Tim Buckley to the techno 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
LL Cool J,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Minnie Riperton,
Supertramp,
Sällskapet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers,
Anakelly,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dirtbombs,
Mad Mike,
Accadde A,
Joe Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nils Olav,
The Litter,
Blancmange,
Joy Division,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun City Girls,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Residents,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Moon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
Alphaville,
Bad Manners,
The Misunderstood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
Sparks,
Cymande,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald,
Eden Ahbez,
Throbbing Gristle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glenn Branca,
Tres Demented,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Techniques,
MC5,
Idris Muhammad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.